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 Taipei.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the funk 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Buckinghams,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Litter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Residents,
Youth Brigade,
Blossom Toes,
Simply Red,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quadrant,
Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
New Order,
The Tremeloes,
Alison Limerick,
The Gories,
The Gun Club,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
R.M.O.,
Brand Nubian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lebanon Hanover,
Juan Atkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Make Up,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Remains,
Unwound,
Bobby Womack,
Sparks,
Mandrill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lower 48,
Ossler,
Marine Girls,
Tom Boy,
Albert Ayler,
Gong,
EPMD,
Grey Daturas,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Toasters,
Echospace,
Don Cherry,
Althea and Donna,
John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Sound Behaviour,
New York Dolls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Modern Lovers,
Sandy B,
Black Pus,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.