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 Bulgaria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aloha Tigers to the techno 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
The Residents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mantronix,
Lindisfarne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flipper,
Aaron Thompson,
Kas Product,
Nico,
cv313,
The Associates,
The Cowsills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul II Soul,
Livin' Joy,
Suburban Knight,
The Slackers,
Khruangbin,
Ten City,
Wings,
Model 500,
Warren Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Quando Quango,
Franke,
Connie Case,
Ohio Players,
Pantaleimon,
Morten Harket,
Black Sheep,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
48th St. Collective,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Bourne,
Brass Construction,
Nils Olav,
Yellowson,
Eric Dolphy,
Kayak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deakin,
Bauhaus,
Tim Buckley,
Animal Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
The Angels of Light,
Porter Ricks,
Grauzone,
Lower 48,
Radiohead,
Subhumans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter and Kerry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arab on Radar,
David McCallum,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.