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 Ghana and from New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Kevin Saunderson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Au Pairs,
The Kinks,
AZ,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Lynne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sex Pistols,
Fad Gadget,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Morten Harket,
The Grass Roots,
Lee Hazlewood,
OOIOO,
Yazoo,
Buzzcocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacob Miller,
Das Ding,
Faraquet,
Maleditus Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blake Baxter,
Minny Pops,
Scion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mars,
Blossom Toes,
Saccharine Trust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Slits,
Arcadia,
China Crisis,
Marc Almond,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABBA,
Neil Young,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crooked Eye,
Surgeon,
Cameo,
Marine Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Techniques,
Tres Demented,
Dorothy Ashby,
Section 25,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bad Manners,
Bob Dylan,
Slave,
Black Pus,
Suicide,
Excepter,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.