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 Tunisia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb 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 Procol Harum to the rap 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erykah Badu,
Trumans Water,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
L. Decosne,
The Star Department,
Intrusion,
Oblivians,
Boredoms,
Juan Atkins,
Wasted Youth,
Audionom,
Surgeon,
The Pop Group,
Echospace,
Robert Hood,
Rapeman,
Altered Images,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bluetip,
Country Teasers,
The Barracudas,
Chris & Cosey,
Blake Baxter,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed,
Marc Almond,
Lungfish,
Porter Ricks,
Pantytec,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare,
Tim Buckley,
Toni Rubio,
Duran Duran,
Mission of Burma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dual Sessions,
Q and Not U,
Desert Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DNA,
Moebius,
Lucky Dragons,
ABBA,
The Sound,
Negative Approach,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Rundgren,
The Searchers,
Skriet,
Don Cherry,
Glenn Branca,
Public Image Ltd.,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.