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 Hungary and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Wire to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donald Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fugazi,
Glenn Branca,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pussy Galore,
Buzzcocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monochrome Set,
Althea and Donna,
Mad Mike,
Surgeon,
The Mummies,
Gichy Dan,
Negative Approach,
Godley & Creme,
Funkadelic,
Newcleus,
K-Klass,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
Arab on Radar,
Connie Case,
Fort Wilson Riot,
OOIOO,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Almond,
Interpol,
Ludus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anthony Braxton,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Smog,
Howard Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
Archie Shepp,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxette,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cymande,
Warren Ellis,
The New Christs,
Gang Starr,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantytec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monks,
Heaven 17,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
Zero Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Prunes,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.