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 East Timor and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Johnny Osbourne to the punk 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Bauhaus,
The Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Fugazi,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lakeside,
Grey Daturas,
Glenn Branca,
Trumans Water,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Wake,
Saccharine Trust,
Eden Ahbez,
Erykah Badu,
The New Christs,
Gichy Dan,
Goldenarms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Metal Thangz,
Groovy Waters,
The Human League,
Television,
Eddi Front,
the Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris Corsano,
Talk Talk,
Ornette Coleman,
Supertramp,
Gong,
Black Sheep,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Terry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monolake,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Essential Logic,
Cheater Slicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mr. Review,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Junior Murvin,
Depeche Mode,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Piero Umiliani,
The Music Machine,
Can,
R.M.O.,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.