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 Italy and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron 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 Surgeon to the punk 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Terry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June Days,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erykah Badu,
The Birthday Party,
Hardrive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Durutti Column,
Mission of Burma,
Index,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Skatalites,
Model 500,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Pus,
Matthew Halsall,
Chrome,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smiths,
The Divine Comedy,
Pole,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang of Four,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Japan,
The Cramps,
Visage,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Porter Ricks,
F. McDonald,
Anakelly,
Joey Negro,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harmonia,
Bootsy Collins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bronski Beat,
Blancmange,
Crash Course in Science,
Alphaville,
Gang Green,
Bush Tetras,
E-Dancer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blossom Toes,
The Toasters,
The Fall,
Sparks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siglo XX,
Scientists,
Maleditus Sound,
Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.