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 Grenada and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Smog to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Das Ding,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Sneak,
Soul II Soul,
The United States of America,
MC5,
Minutemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cymande,
The Monks,
The Star Department,
Sonic Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Byron Stingily,
the Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siglo XX,
X-Ray Spex,
Boz Scaggs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
K-Klass,
The Moody Blues,
Main Source,
This Heat,
Deepchord,
The Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dead Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
Hardrive,
The Searchers,
Erykah Badu,
Ohio Players,
Man Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alphaville,
Kerri Chandler,
Saccharine Trust,
CMW,
Faraquet,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker,
The Buckinghams,
The Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minor Threat,
Sister Nancy,
Aswad,
Sun Ra,
Franke,
Terry Callier,
Jandek,
The Mummies,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.