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 Namibia and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Silicon Teens to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Morten Harket,
Japan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kurtis Blow,
Mo-Dettes,
Dead Boys,
The Mojo Men,
The Dirtbombs,
Neu!,
June of 44,
Alton Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
Stiv Bators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Human League,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Sherman,
Byron Stingily,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Almond,
L. Decosne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moss Icon,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerri Chandler,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Remains,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rufus Thomas,
Funkadelic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wire,
Sonic Youth,
The Raincoats,
kango's stein massive,
D'Angelo,
Fad Gadget,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gichy Dan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mad Mike,
Howard Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter & Gordon,
Magazine,
Crash Course in Science,
The Invisible,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Leaves,
Iggy Pop,
Sixth Finger,
B.T. Express,
Camberwell Now,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pole,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.