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 Korea North and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Pagans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The Techniques,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swans,
The Real Kids,
Arcadia,
Eli Mardock,
June of 44,
Charles Mingus,
MC5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Circle Jerks,
The Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
Skriet,
The Busters,
The American Breed,
Animal Collective,
Excepter,
Quadrant,
Fela Kuti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül II,
Guru Guru,
Minor Threat,
The Moody Blues,
Tubeway Army,
the Association,
Dead Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalo Schifrin,
Al Stewart,
Thompson Twins,
F. McDonald,
The Raincoats,
Deepchord,
Brass Construction,
Pussy Galore,
Rosa Yemen,
Can,
Jawbox,
Kayak,
Pylon,
Parry Music,
Unrelated Segments,
Shoche,
L. Decosne,
The Durutti Column,
Tom Boy,
Agitation Free,
Country Teasers,
The Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
Frankie Knuckles,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Starr,
Crime,
U.S. Maple,
Glambeats Corp.,
Don Cherry,
Liliput,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.