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 Nigeria and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Little Man,
The New Christs,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alton Ellis,
Rekid,
Surgeon,
Grey Daturas,
Hoover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Association,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Newcleus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker,
Porter Ricks,
Reagan Youth,
Radiohead,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Last Poets,
Hasil Adkins,
Motorama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Ponytail,
The Walker Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Moss Icon,
Organ,
Q65,
Soulsonic Force,
Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Piero Umiliani,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Los Fastidios,
Parry Music,
The Selecter,
Japan,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
The American Breed,
Soft Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Basic Channel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anakelly,
kango's stein massive,
H. Thieme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Josef K,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minutemen,
ABBA,
Guru Guru,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.