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 Kenya and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Offenders to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Y Pants,
Animal Collective,
The Birthday Party,
H. Thieme,
Arcadia,
Franke,
Saccharine Trust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sight & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doors,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Groovy Waters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heaven 17,
Sugar Minott,
The Moleskins,
Tres Demented,
Iggy Pop,
Josef K,
Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pussy Galore,
Kerri Chandler,
Gabor Szabo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agent Orange,
The Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Chris & Cosey,
Television Personalities,
a-ha,
The Grass Roots,
Ten City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brand Nubian,
Erasure,
Thee Headcoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-102,
The Pretty Things,
Kaleidoscope,
Sister Nancy,
The Kinks,
Babytalk,
Unwound,
The Fuzztones,
Marine Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Enemy,
Q and Not U,
Guru Guru,
PIL,
the Human League,
The Moody Blues,
MC5,
Bluetip,
Davy DMX,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.