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 Spain and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 48th St. Collective to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Anakelly,
David Axelrod,
Camberwell Now,
Country Joe & The Fish,
La Düsseldorf,
Mark Hollis,
Alison Limerick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skarface,
Rufus Thomas,
DNA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Smog,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Copeland,
Deakin,
Fat Boys,
Prince Buster,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed,
Desert Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül,
Audionom,
The Slackers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pop Group,
Tres Demented,
Excepter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Residents,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aural Exciters,
Colin Newman,
Pulsallama,
Second Layer,
Niagra,
Shuggie Otis,
Echospace,
Unwound,
Deadbeat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cybotron,
The Red Krayola,
The Neon Judgement,
Agent Orange,
A Certain Ratio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Motorama,
OOIOO,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Age Steppers,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slick Rick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.