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 Uzbekistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Tim Buckley to the dance 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
June of 44,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Divine Comedy,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wolf Eyes,
Delta 5,
Vladislav Delay,
Von Mondo,
Arab on Radar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Youth Brigade,
Spoonie Gee,
Bauhaus,
Cameo,
The Selecter,
Soft Cell,
Can,
L. Decosne,
The Gories,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Bourne,
Davy DMX,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Colin Newman,
ABBA,
Smog,
The Smiths,
Skarface,
The Zeros,
Alison Limerick,
Jacob Miller,
Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Searchers,
Skaos,
Jacques Brel,
Bluetip,
Scion,
David McCallum,
Rufus Thomas,
The Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
Jandek,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Marmalade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quando Quango,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.