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 Rwanda and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Masters at Work to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Animal Collective,
Supertramp,
Archie Shepp,
Sun City Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
New York Dolls,
The Black Dice,
Liliput,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nico,
Erykah Badu,
Clear Light,
Goldenarms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Skatalites,
The Pop Group,
Chris Corsano,
Darondo,
Buzzcocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker,
CMW,
Joe Finger,
the Human League,
Lou Reed,
Idris Muhammad,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young,
Tommy Roe,
Kas Product,
Connie Case,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Essential Logic,
Al Stewart,
The Index,
Ultravox,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Litter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
Arab on Radar,
Pylon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masters at Work,
The Last Poets,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sight & Sound,
New Order,
Ludus,
Joy Division,
Massinfluence,
Visage,
Gil Scott Heron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quadrant,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy Collins,
Eddi Front,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.