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 Saudi Arabia and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 Monks to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Bootsy Collins,
Panda Bear,
Depeche Mode,
Sarah Menescal,
AZ,
Index,
Inner City,
Arcadia,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun City Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Absolute Body Control,
Wolf Eyes,
the Normal,
Boz Scaggs,
Whodini,
Tubeway Army,
The Modern Lovers,
Deakin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Tremeloes,
Monolake,
Magazine,
Amazonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Fraelich,
Scion,
Mr. Review,
Archie Shepp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eli Mardock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MDC,
Drexciya,
Junior Murvin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
the Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Sixth Finger,
the Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unrelated Segments,
The Music Machine,
Infiniti,
John Foxx,
Jandek,
The Invisible,
Lindisfarne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pretty Things,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Swans,
The Doors,
Johnny Osbourne,
H. Thieme,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.