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 Pakistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alison Limerick to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Mark Hollis,
Davy DMX,
The New Christs,
Tommy Roe,
JFA,
Bob Dylan,
Fad Gadget,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxy Music,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers,
Theoretical Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Spandau Ballet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Skriet,
The Slits,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dual Sessions,
The Kinks,
Depeche Mode,
The Last Poets,
Silicon Teens,
Tears for Fears,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arab on Radar,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wolf Eyes,
Lightning Bolt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eurythmics,
David Bowie,
The Saints,
Eli Mardock,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Sneak,
Funkadelic,
Das Ding,
This Heat,
John Holt,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wasted Youth,
The Fortunes,
Yellowson,
Donny Hathaway,
Siglo XX,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.