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 Argentina and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 Busters to the grunge 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Robert Görl,
D'Angelo,
The Gories,
MDC,
Altered Images,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kayak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Susan Cadogan,
Bauhaus,
Qualms,
Wally Richardson,
The Red Krayola,
Procol Harum,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fela Kuti,
Rufus Thomas,
Deepchord,
Roxy Music,
Brick,
Sex Pistols,
Harry Pussy,
Eddi Front,
Pere Ubu,
The Velvet Underground,
Youth Brigade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arcadia,
Zapp,
the Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Quantec,
Quando Quango,
Bad Manners,
Gang Green,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Saccharine Trust,
The Invisible,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maleditus Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Godley & Creme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scientists,
Thee Headcoats,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Detroit Cobras,
Animal Collective,
Bang On A Can,
the Normal,
Lakeside,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suicide,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.