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 Iraq and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 World's Most to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Happenings,
Model 500,
Gang of Four,
Pole,
Colin Newman,
The Victims,
Mars,
Rotary Connection,
Motorama,
Bad Manners,
Adolescents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swans,
John Coltrane,
T. Rex,
Flipper,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Dolphy,
Rufus Thomas,
Byron Stingily,
Rites of Spring,
The United States of America,
Fluxion,
Sandy B,
Boz Scaggs,
kango's stein massive,
Television Personalities,
The Vogues,
Moss Icon,
This Heat,
Scan 7,
Minny Pops,
The Cure,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Michelle Simonal,
Drive Like Jehu,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sound,
John Holt,
Bang On A Can,
Camouflage,
Quando Quango,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Hill,
Tom Boy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mandrill,
Minutemen,
Country Teasers,
The Monks,
Dark Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
In Retrospect,
Dead Boys,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.