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 Cambodia and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Sixth Finger to the rock 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Deepchord,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harry Pussy,
Wolf Eyes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doors,
Yaz,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blackbyrds,
The Raincoats,
Oneida,
The Music Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Babytalk,
MC5,
Derrick May,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mo-Dettes,
Blake Baxter,
Bush Tetras,
Symarip,
Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
Minor Threat,
The Index,
Silicon Teens,
Subhumans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Letta Mbulu,
Sixth Finger,
Black Sheep,
Ken Boothe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donald Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
Icehouse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Bourne,
Cameo,
Little Man,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hardrive,
Neu!,
Nirvana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Khruangbin,
Hasil Adkins,
10cc,
One Last Wish,
Q65,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.