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 Uruguay and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Gap Band to the rap 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ludus,
Soft Machine,
Crime,
Nick Fraelich,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sex Pistols,
Marmalade,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scan 7,
Crash Course in Science,
Swell Maps,
Arab on Radar,
Fat Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Scion,
Minutemen,
Livin' Joy,
The Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Suicide,
Urselle,
The Motions,
Joe Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang On A Can,
Funky Four + One,
Q65,
Thee Headcoats,
Dead Boys,
Das Ding,
The New Christs,
Reagan Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Sixth Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Mills,
Basic Channel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Smog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T.S.O.L.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Freddie Wadling,
Quadrant,
10cc,
Mo-Dettes,
Cluster,
Brass Construction,
Television Personalities,
Michelle Simonal,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fear,
Boredoms,
Negative Approach,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.