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 Estonia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dead C to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Aloha Tigers,
Marmalade,
H. Thieme,
Scrapy,
Swans,
T. Rex,
The Motions,
Chrome,
Davy DMX,
The Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wire,
Joey Negro,
Blancmange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Junior Murvin,
T.S.O.L.,
Swell Maps,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Shadows of Knight,
Dark Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erykah Badu,
Accadde A,
the Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
ABBA,
48th St. Collective,
Tom Boy,
The Saints,
Roxette,
The Count Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
The Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Monks,
Sun Ra,
The Red Krayola,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quantec,
Pole,
The Angels of Light,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doors,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry's Kids,
R.M.O.,
Hashim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Au Pairs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skriet,
PIL,
Masters at Work,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minny Pops,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.