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 Macedonia and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Freddie Wadling to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
Guru Guru,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sällskapet,
Magma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Newcleus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Womack,
Fluxion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thompson Twins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Index,
Ohio Players,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Teasers,
The Names,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wally Richardson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gap Band,
Niagra,
Ornette Coleman,
Boredoms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
Masters at Work,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slackers,
Fatback Band,
The Golliwogs,
Negative Approach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brass Construction,
Dorothy Ashby,
Metal Thangz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
B.T. Express,
Aaron Thompson,
Warren Ellis,
Basic Channel,
Ponytail,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Chris Corsano,
Kas Product,
Lower 48,
Erasure,
kango's stein massive,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Hill,
Danielle Patucci,
Pere Ubu,
Oblivians,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.