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 Ecuador and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Swans to the jazz 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Music Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Make Up,
The Mummies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warren Ellis,
The New Christs,
Mantronix,
Sam Rivers,
LL Cool J,
Bush Tetras,
Pulsallama,
Japan,
Y Pants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Accadde A,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
Model 500,
Ken Boothe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oblivians,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minny Pops,
Dead Boys,
John Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Sugar Minott,
Funkadelic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donald Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Smog,
Lou Christie,
James White and The Blacks,
Charles Mingus,
Wasted Youth,
Lower 48,
The Young Rascals,
The Leaves,
Sällskapet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Parry Music,
Crime,
Echospace,
Supertramp,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Lynne,
Saccharine Trust,
Ossler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Don Cherry,
Lalann,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.