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 Israel and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 John Foxx to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Busters,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Circle Jerks,
Wings,
Minny Pops,
Wally Richardson,
Graham Central Station,
Ossler,
Kas Product,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Mills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Panda Bear,
Warsaw,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronnie Foster,
Yaz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
David Axelrod,
The Gories,
Neil Young,
Jandek,
Mandrill,
the Association,
Dead Boys,
The Human League,
Magma,
Ludus,
Hoover,
The Young Rascals,
Half Japanese,
Tom Boy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Eve St. Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Lynne,
Rakim,
E-Dancer,
Rekid,
The Cowsills,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Finger,
Roxette,
Brand Nubian,
Fatback Band,
Crooked Eye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arcadia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camouflage,
B.T. Express,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.