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 Cyprus and from Delhi.
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 Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sam Rivers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Radio Birdman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boredoms,
Howard Jones,
Bauhaus,
ABC,
Black Pus,
Arcadia,
Nas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tubeway Army,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Teasers,
Roger Hodgson,
Qualms,
Von Mondo,
Newcleus,
Roxette,
Gabor Szabo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Hill,
Sight & Sound,
T. Rex,
Barrington Levy,
Franke,
Godley & Creme,
Cymande,
The Techniques,
Rites of Spring,
The Cure,
The Modern Lovers,
The Grass Roots,
Jawbox,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fortunes,
Monolake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Pagans,
Altered Images,
Mantronix,
Suicide,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ponytail,
Unrelated Segments,
the Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Magazine,
Fear,
Toni Rubio,
Audionom,
The Saints,
Pole,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grauzone,
Popol Vuh,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.