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 Liechtenstein and from Stockholm.
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 Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
Erykah Badu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mark Hollis,
Anakelly,
Arcadia,
the Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
Lower 48,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
Barrington Levy,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Mills,
The Neon Judgement,
Tears for Fears,
Stiv Bators,
One Last Wish,
Bluetip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dirtbombs,
Susan Cadogan,
Sparks,
Dark Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Saints,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young,
Chris Corsano,
The Cowsills,
Drive Like Jehu,
Y Pants,
Bang On A Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Near,
La Düsseldorf,
Sex Pistols,
DNA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Normal,
The Names,
Khruangbin,
PIL,
Gang Green,
Harry Pussy,
Das Ding,
Swell Maps,
The Five Americans,
Wasted Youth,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.