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 Bahamas and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lucky Dragons to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Faust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mantronix,
Brass Construction,
James White and The Blacks,
The Leaves,
X-Ray Spex,
Magma,
the Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
The Walker Brothers,
AZ,
The Evens,
Khruangbin,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blancmange,
Pylon,
Alton Ellis,
Unwound,
Quantec,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Oneida,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sparks,
Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television Personalities,
Gang of Four,
the Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalann,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Clarke,
The Black Dice,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slick Rick,
Fear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eve St. Jones,
Lyres,
Matthew Halsall,
Siglo XX,
The Toasters,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Terry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pere Ubu,
Pussy Galore,
Stereo Dub,
Idris Muhammad,
The Last Poets,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiohead,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.