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 Botswana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Divine Comedy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Thee Headcoats,
Fatback Band,
Soft Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Simply Red,
Ituana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
PIL,
Black Bananas,
John Foxx,
Johnny Clarke,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Durutti Column,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Axelrod,
The Wake,
Scott Walker,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
a-ha,
Chris & Cosey,
Ten City,
Joyce Sims,
The Doors,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Byrd,
Nils Olav,
Interpol,
Todd Terry,
Absolute Body Control,
Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Sonic Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Half Japanese,
Rufus Thomas,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Popol Vuh,
Yellowson,
Peter & Gordon,
The Misunderstood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultravox,
Deadbeat,
Surgeon,
Flipper,
Desert Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Newcleus,
Eden Ahbez,
New Order,
Warren Ellis,
John Lydon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gladiators,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.