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 Brazil and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Prunes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Near,
Ultimate Spinach,
Connie Case,
Massinfluence,
The Kinks,
Au Pairs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arcadia,
Moby Grape,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magma,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Mills,
Surgeon,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Bananas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unwound,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
Piero Umiliani,
The J.B.'s,
Technova,
Toni Rubio,
Buzzcocks,
The Skatalites,
Maleditus Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Neon Judgement,
Scion,
Pere Ubu,
Swell Maps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spandau Ballet,
Mars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Flock of Seagulls,
UT,
Lungfish,
Underground Resistance,
Morten Harket,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smoke,
The Last Poets,
K-Klass,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.