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 Taiwan and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Holger Czukay 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 Matthew Halsall to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Ornette Coleman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Young Marble Giants,
Pulsallama,
The Busters,
John Holt,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Toasters,
Kas Product,
Marmalade,
Isaac Hayes,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Christie,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mummies,
Erasure,
The Fuzztones,
Supertramp,
Wally Richardson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Popol Vuh,
Bang On A Can,
Gabor Szabo,
The Remains,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-101,
Nas,
Rufus Thomas,
Sex Pistols,
Sarah Menescal,
The Stooges,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yusef Lateef,
Graham Central Station,
Pantytec,
The Motions,
Alphaville,
The Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Eurythmics,
The Divine Comedy,
Sparks,
Parry Music,
The Doors,
Joe Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
U.S. Maple,
The Cramps,
Nils Olav,
Arthur Verocai,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Desert Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.