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 Hungary and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
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 theremin 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 Howard Jones to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Model 500,
Nick Fraelich,
Whodini,
Flash Fearless,
MDC,
The Martian,
The Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
cv313,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fad Gadget,
The Gun Club,
Ultravox,
Steve Hackett,
The Walker Brothers,
John Foxx,
David Axelrod,
Funky Four + One,
Cecil Taylor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bluetip,
Ituana,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Technova,
Nils Olav,
Panda Bear,
Von Mondo,
Ronan,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oneida,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Halsall,
Joyce Sims,
Donald Byrd,
Sparks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grauzone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Laurel Aitken,
Joensuu 1685,
Mo-Dettes,
T. Rex,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Moss Icon,
Television Personalities,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Misunderstood,
Donny Hathaway,
Bronski Beat,
Blake Baxter,
Tears for Fears,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.