Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Singapore and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Niagra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Saints. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Niagra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Youth Brigade,
Sonic Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Faraquet,
Skriet,
Unrelated Segments,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Near,
Alice Coltrane,
Camouflage,
The Neon Judgement,
Schoolly D,
Gang Green,
Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
Rites of Spring,
Fad Gadget,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barbara Tucker,
Lakeside,
Ten City,
The Knickerbockers,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arthur Verocai,
Wally Richardson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cameo,
Man Parrish,
Khruangbin,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker,
Howard Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Surgeon,
Erykah Badu,
Tres Demented,
Roger Hodgson,
the Association,
Agent Orange,
The Tremeloes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Iggy Pop,
Pere Ubu,
New York Dolls,
The Doobie Brothers,
EPMD,
Sällskapet,
The Divine Comedy,
Al Stewart,
Reuben Wilson,
The Happenings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABBA,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Pus,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.