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 Malaysia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Red Krayola to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Sound Behaviour,
L. Decosne,
Gichy Dan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fad Gadget,
Tim Buckley,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacob Miller,
Lower 48,
U.S. Maple,
Black Flag,
New Order,
Warsaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oneida,
the Swans,
Iggy Pop,
The Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barrington Levy,
Crime,
Suburban Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Reuben Wilson,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Names,
Henry Cow,
Lucky Dragons,
Das Ding,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
Groovy Waters,
Adolescents,
the Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Can,
The Durutti Column,
The Smoke,
Bobby Sherman,
The Move,
The Cowsills,
David Bowie,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Almond,
Sixth Finger,
Trumans Water,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Wyatt,
Pulsallama,
Dark Day,
The Leaves,
DJ Style,
Reagan Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Howard Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.