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 Libya and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barry Ungar to the disco 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Happenings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cramps,
Dark Day,
Lindisfarne,
The Kinks,
Minor Threat,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suicide,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Parry Music,
John Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Mark Hollis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warren Ellis,
ABC,
48th St. Collective,
Man Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Albert Ayler,
Japan,
The Moleskins,
Pole,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Offenders,
The Techniques,
The Pop Group,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crash Course in Science,
Pet Shop Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Mills,
Rotary Connection,
Q and Not U,
Reuben Wilson,
Rufus Thomas,
Jandek,
Agitation Free,
Cal Tjader,
The Trojans,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Malaria!,
JFA,
Harry Pussy,
Basic Channel,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.