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 Kazakhstan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
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 guitar 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 Dual Sessions to the disco 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Rod Modell,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Ituana,
Skarface,
The Mummies,
The Invisible,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kayak,
John Holt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Charles Mingus,
Kerri Chandler,
ABBA,
R.M.O.,
Subhumans,
Barclay James Harvest,
OOIOO,
Deepchord,
Carl Craig,
Unrelated Segments,
Mark Hollis,
Agent Orange,
Nick Fraelich,
Glenn Branca,
The Fortunes,
Connie Case,
Lyres,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
The Barracudas,
Faraquet,
Blossom Toes,
Patti Smith,
AZ,
The Misunderstood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Swans,
John Lydon,
Eurythmics,
Brick,
The Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
Television Personalities,
Y Pants,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television,
X-101,
Henry Cow,
L. Decosne,
Deakin,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.