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 Greece and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Suburban Knight to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Excepter,
Kaleidoscope,
The Offenders,
Quantec,
Parry Music,
Mission of Burma,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Clarke,
Model 500,
Ludus,
Flamin' Groovies,
World's Most,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swans,
Don Cherry,
New York Dolls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Divine Comedy,
The J.B.'s,
10cc,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sister Nancy,
Icehouse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mr. Review,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unwound,
The Cowsills,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pagans,
Rapeman,
Sandy B,
Yazoo,
Gang of Four,
Nick Fraelich,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blake Baxter,
Make Up,
The Zeros,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Jerry's Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sonics,
Skriet,
Scrapy,
The Wake,
Loose Ends,
Warren Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harmonia,
John Holt,
Lindisfarne,
Joyce Sims,
the Germs,
Simply Red,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.