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 Barbados and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Lebanon Hanover to the funk 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Desert Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gories,
Dark Day,
Guru Guru,
Althea and Donna,
Absolute Body Control,
Bauhaus,
Blake Baxter,
Sugar Minott,
Funky Four + One,
The Remains,
Terry Callier,
Bill Wells,
Brass Construction,
Jandek,
Quando Quango,
The Slits,
Newcleus,
The Monks,
Urselle,
Stereo Dub,
Tim Buckley,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bush Tetras,
Carl Craig,
Outsiders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pet Shop Boys,
In Retrospect,
Don Cherry,
The Young Rascals,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hasil Adkins,
Yaz,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young,
Buzzcocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pierre Henry,
Visage,
The Smiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
E-Dancer,
Connie Case,
The Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zero Boys,
Fatback Band,
Underground Resistance,
Fad Gadget,
The Tremeloes,
Maleditus Sound,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.