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 China and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 U.S. Maple to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Archie Shepp,
Mad Mike,
Black Moon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Prince Buster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aaron Thompson,
Jandek,
Robert Hood,
The Grass Roots,
Fugazi,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Red Krayola,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Fraelich,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blossom Toes,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siglo XX,
The Stooges,
Circle Jerks,
Harmonia,
Andrew Hill,
The Moody Blues,
Depeche Mode,
Monks,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Remains,
Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
The New Christs,
Average White Band,
The Vogues,
Kenny Larkin,
L. Decosne,
The Misunderstood,
Thompson Twins,
Quadrant,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amazonics,
Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moby Grape,
Rites of Spring,
Schoolly D,
Public Enemy,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Motions,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.