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 Benin and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Magma to the jazz 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Panda Bear,
Crooked Eye,
Television,
kango's stein massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ponytail,
Judy Mowatt,
48th St. Collective,
Henry Cow,
Cluster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DNA,
B.T. Express,
Dennis Brown,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harry Pussy,
Scan 7,
Lucky Dragons,
Sugar Minott,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pagans,
Blancmange,
Amazonics,
Skriet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fatback Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Spoonie Gee,
The Barracudas,
Niagra,
Popol Vuh,
Cameo,
D'Angelo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aural Exciters,
Franke,
Kayak,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Little Man,
Zapp,
Alphaville,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Motorama,
Scott Walker,
Stereo Dub,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.