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 Tuvalu and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rock 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
D'Angelo,
Metal Thangz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Newcleus,
The Mummies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Hood,
Byron Stingily,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monks,
MC5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
CMW,
The Buckinghams,
Barclay James Harvest,
DNA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dead C,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
This Heat,
Patti Smith,
Cymande,
the Bar-Kays,
Swans,
Main Source,
Matthew Bourne,
The Raincoats,
Thee Headcoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pretty Things,
Zero Boys,
The Gladiators,
Tubeway Army,
The Moody Blues,
John Holt,
Shuggie Otis,
The Vogues,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Womack,
Jandek,
The Zeros,
Young Marble Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Moby Grape,
Absolute Body Control,
Minnie Riperton,
Funkadelic,
Mo-Dettes,
Blancmange,
The Techniques,
Franke,
Iggy Pop,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.