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 Kuwait and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 a-ha to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Massinfluence,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glenn Branca,
Neu!,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Green,
Ossler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Section 25,
Unrelated Segments,
Tom Boy,
The Gap Band,
Robert Görl,
FM Einheit,
Lou Christie,
Easy Going,
Reagan Youth,
D'Angelo,
Lyres,
The Index,
Althea and Donna,
The Gories,
Faust,
New Order,
Scratch Acid,
Procol Harum,
The Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fad Gadget,
Roxette,
Trumans Water,
The Moody Blues,
Brass Construction,
These Immortal Souls,
Quando Quango,
Mr. Review,
Chris Corsano,
Agitation Free,
Skarface,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Move,
OOIOO,
Franke,
Colin Newman,
Pagans,
Oneida,
Mark Hollis,
Dual Sessions,
Von Mondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Kinks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zapp,
Pierre Henry,
The Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.