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 Senegal and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
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 guitar 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 Ken Boothe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
The Litter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultra Naté,
Mark Hollis,
The Birthday Party,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scan 7,
Make Up,
The Gun Club,
Delon & Dalcan,
DNA,
Gang Starr,
Soft Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Wasted Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Rites of Spring,
Wally Richardson,
Bad Manners,
OOIOO,
Wolf Eyes,
Massinfluence,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Goldenarms,
Chris Corsano,
Fugazi,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deakin,
Motorama,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liliput,
June of 44,
Lower 48,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalann,
Magma,
Sam Rivers,
Monolake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stereo Dub,
Freddie Wadling,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aural Exciters,
MDC,
Half Japanese,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Los Fastidios,
John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Order,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pulsallama,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.