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 Australia and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Monolake to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Eurythmics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gichy Dan,
Byron Stingily,
Talk Talk,
Can,
Pantaleimon,
Fela Kuti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sparks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scrapy,
The Count Five,
Dark Day,
Sällskapet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cymande,
Malaria!,
Roger Hodgson,
Iggy Pop,
The Monks,
Joy Division,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Wells,
Ronnie Foster,
Delta 5,
Bluetip,
Organ,
the Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
Surgeon,
The Five Americans,
Flipper,
Yellowson,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brass Construction,
10cc,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harmonia,
Procol Harum,
Soulsonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
The Associates,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lungfish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
Ultravox,
Moby Grape,
Terry Callier,
8 Eyed Spy,
Severed Heads,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun City Girls,
Q and Not U,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.