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 Liechtenstein and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 T. Rex to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
David Bowie,
Flash Fearless,
D'Angelo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Altered Images,
Aswad,
Cymande,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smoke,
cv313,
David Axelrod,
Gang Starr,
Colin Newman,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Sheep,
Jawbox,
Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bluetip,
Newcleus,
Fat Boys,
The Litter,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pulsallama,
Audionom,
Grauzone,
Davy DMX,
The Velvet Underground,
The Red Krayola,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blake Baxter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visage,
Gerry Rafferty,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Martian,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sällskapet,
The Birthday Party,
Althea and Donna,
Babytalk,
Aloha Tigers,
JFA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantytec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dorothy Ashby,
Josef K,
Make Up,
Ronan,
Jeff Mills,
Buzzcocks,
Godley & Creme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eurythmics,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.