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 South Sudan and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Royal Trux to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joy Division,
Maurizio,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minny Pops,
Scrapy,
CMW,
Cheater Slicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Patti Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Evens,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Traffic Nightmare,
Leonard Cohen,
Nas,
Essential Logic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gories,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Womack,
Rod Modell,
Eddi Front,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Josef K,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slackers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Michelle Simonal,
Steve Hackett,
Danielle Patucci,
Jimmy McGriff,
Average White Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Panda Bear,
The Saints,
Clear Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Busters,
EPMD,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eli Mardock,
Section 25,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick May,
F. McDonald,
Harmonia,
Model 500,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Symarip,
Aaron Thompson,
The Trojans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.