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 Spain and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yaz to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blackbyrds,
Procol Harum,
Zapp,
Smog,
Mo-Dettes,
Spandau Ballet,
The Knickerbockers,
Young Marble Giants,
Sight & Sound,
the Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q65,
Wings,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Searchers,
Jandek,
The Zeros,
Iggy Pop,
Sonic Youth,
Radiohead,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amazonics,
Excepter,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cowsills,
Tom Boy,
The Names,
Bobby Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxette,
Hot Snakes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Babytalk,
Fugazi,
The Birthday Party,
The Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joyce Sims,
Barry Ungar,
Stetsasonic,
Khruangbin,
Animal Collective,
The Moody Blues,
Rotary Connection,
Scion,
The Real Kids,
Pere Ubu,
The Happenings,
John Holt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Near,
Connie Case,
Matthew Bourne,
Talk Talk,
Symarip,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.