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 Seychelles and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Banda Bassotti to the grunge 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sparks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alton Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Grass Roots,
Shoche,
Don Cherry,
Yusef Lateef,
Scientists,
The Misunderstood,
Kerrie Biddell,
June of 44,
Malaria!,
Monolake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siglo XX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drive Like Jehu,
La Düsseldorf,
LL Cool J,
Quando Quango,
Lalann,
Bill Wells,
David Bowie,
Ten City,
The United States of America,
Niagra,
World's Most,
Main Source,
Spandau Ballet,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül II,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
The Skatalites,
Erasure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Henry Cow,
The Monks,
Wire,
Ken Boothe,
The Gladiators,
New York Dolls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Leaves,
Derrick Morgan,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neu!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Max Romeo,
Nils Olav,
The Birthday Party,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.