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 Luxembourg and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grunge 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
the Association,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Zapp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Clarke,
Pierre Henry,
Public Enemy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Los Fastidios,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dual Sessions,
Henry Cow,
Sam Rivers,
Nico,
The Dirtbombs,
Aloha Tigers,
Carl Craig,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mantronix,
Tears for Fears,
Aswad,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arthur Verocai,
Khruangbin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Almond,
Eden Ahbez,
the Human League,
The Count Five,
Harmonia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quadrant,
David Bowie,
Radiopuhelimet,
D'Angelo,
Harpers Bizarre,
MDC,
Eric Copeland,
Jacques Brel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Zeros,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dead Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Foxx,
China Crisis,
The Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Whodini,
Au Pairs,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.