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 Brunei and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pop Group to the grime 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Warsaw,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kayak,
Alice Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang of Four,
Bill Near,
Lower 48,
Gong,
Anakelly,
Monolake,
Royal Trux,
Nick Fraelich,
Danielle Patucci,
Connie Case,
Clear Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
OOIOO,
E-Dancer,
Duran Duran,
Talk Talk,
Byron Stingily,
K-Klass,
The Moody Blues,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Stereo Dub,
Marvin Gaye,
Circle Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Christie,
Intrusion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stetsasonic,
Tres Demented,
Kenny Larkin,
Judy Mowatt,
The Seeds,
The Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blackbyrds,
Sight & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
T.S.O.L.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pulsallama,
Porter Ricks,
Massinfluence,
Cal Tjader,
Graham Central Station,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cameo,
Swell Maps,
Wolf Eyes,
Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.