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 Senegal and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Tremeloes to the grunge 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Smog,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Near,
X-Ray Spex,
Alphaville,
Andrew Hill,
Livin' Joy,
The United States of America,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxette,
Yellowson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harmonia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Barbara Tucker,
Gichy Dan,
AZ,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Gang Starr,
Marshall Jefferson,
Michelle Simonal,
Mars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Don Cherry,
Erasure,
Suburban Knight,
The Tremeloes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swell Maps,
Swans,
Duran Duran,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare,
The Offenders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reuben Wilson,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Black Dice,
Groovy Waters,
Interpol,
Popol Vuh,
The Busters,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Halsall,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mummies,
Delta 5,
Das Ding,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Howard Jones,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.