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 Montenegro and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Sound Behaviour to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum 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 electroclash 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Music Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Wells,
Marvin Gaye,
Cybotron,
Man Parrish,
Henry Cow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deadbeat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Womack,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Newcleus,
Essential Logic,
The Saints,
Sight & Sound,
Pole,
Nils Olav,
Kas Product,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Knickerbockers,
Piero Umiliani,
Flipper,
The Raincoats,
The Tremeloes,
Freddie Wadling,
Donald Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Near,
Massinfluence,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wire,
New York Dolls,
Jacques Brel,
Joyce Sims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantytec,
Pet Shop Boys,
Negative Approach,
Lakeside,
Marmalade,
Clear Light,
Rod Modell,
Robert Hood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tom Boy,
Zero Boys,
The Searchers,
Bluetip,
Y Pants,
Sonic Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.