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 Tanzania and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Pantytec to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
The Pop Group,
Nik Kershaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Last Poets,
The Raincoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eli Mardock,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television Personalities,
Ice-T,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doors,
Siglo XX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gabor Szabo,
Tears for Fears,
Wasted Youth,
Lyres,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hashim,
Donny Hathaway,
B.T. Express,
K-Klass,
Lower 48,
The Gories,
The Angels of Light,
Khruangbin,
Crime,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul Sonic Force,
E-Dancer,
The Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Malaria!,
DJ Style,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Image Ltd.,
Susan Cadogan,
Lakeside,
Desert Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bluetip,
Oneida,
Flipper,
Dual Sessions,
UT,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Five Americans,
Kayak,
Danielle Patucci,
Colin Newman,
the Soft Cell,
The Names,
Accadde A,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.