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 Israel and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Quadrant to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Livin' Joy,
Janne Schatter,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monolake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Star Department,
Lungfish,
X-Ray Spex,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Association,
The J.B.'s,
Suicide,
Lalo Schifrin,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers,
Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Starr,
Section 25,
K-Klass,
Joy Division,
Goldenarms,
the Human League,
DNA,
Boz Scaggs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Procol Harum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Byron Stingily,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Adolescents,
Cybotron,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Victims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mummies,
Lakeside,
Thompson Twins,
Oneida,
Donny Hathaway,
Isaac Hayes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Tremeloes,
Scrapy,
The Real Kids,
Lou Christie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Red Krayola,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slick Rick,
China Crisis,
PIL,
Urselle,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.