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 Micronesia and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Alarm Clocks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Arcadia,
Visage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ohio Players,
Unwound,
Harmonia,
Khruangbin,
Altered Images,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blossom Toes,
Theoretical Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slits,
The Star Department,
Accadde A,
Mo-Dettes,
Kayak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T. Rex,
UT,
Joe Finger,
Dead Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Depeche Mode,
Jacob Miller,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Stooges,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Enemy,
Robert Hood,
Marine Girls,
Au Pairs,
Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roger Hodgson,
Dual Sessions,
The Cramps,
The Smoke,
Wolf Eyes,
The Tremeloes,
The Dirtbombs,
Amazonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Pere Ubu,
Franke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultravox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moebius,
David McCallum,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Idris Muhammad,
Blancmange,
John Holt,
Max Romeo,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.