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 Benin and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar 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 Charles Mingus to the electroclash 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Malaria!,
Neil Young,
Siglo XX,
the Human League,
The Black Dice,
Dark Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Enemy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mr. Review,
Sister Nancy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zero Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heaven 17,
The Pop Group,
Robert Görl,
David McCallum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sixth Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacques Brel,
F. McDonald,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
These Immortal Souls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soulsonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
KRS-One,
Robert Wyatt,
Royal Trux,
Traffic Nightmare,
L. Decosne,
Deepchord,
Mad Mike,
UT,
Erasure,
Rod Modell,
The Slackers,
The Litter,
The Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
48th St. Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
The Trojans,
Graham Central Station,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.