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 Uganda and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the techno 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Lynne,
Dennis Brown,
Sixth Finger,
Royal Trux,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Halsall,
Mantronix,
Livin' Joy,
Aswad,
The Moleskins,
Don Cherry,
John Cale,
Mars,
Siglo XX,
AZ,
Chris & Cosey,
Goldenarms,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Hill,
The Knickerbockers,
The Litter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
John Lydon,
Banda Bassotti,
Motorama,
Q and Not U,
Todd Terry,
Joey Negro,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deepchord,
Supertramp,
Deakin,
Graham Central Station,
Minnie Riperton,
Bush Tetras,
Pierre Henry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Christie,
The Zeros,
Josef K,
Simply Red,
Shuggie Otis,
Ituana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
Arab on Radar,
Boredoms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalann,
Camberwell Now,
Talk Talk,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.