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 San Marino and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
The Dave Clark Five,
cv313,
The Monks,
DJ Style,
The Pretty Things,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roger Hodgson,
Reuben Wilson,
Shoche,
Black Sheep,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Morten Harket,
The Victims,
Agent Orange,
Eve St. Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pole,
The Young Rascals,
Desert Stars,
Icehouse,
Nik Kershaw,
Negative Approach,
The Dead C,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
Sandy B,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultra Naté,
Ken Boothe,
The Beau Brummels,
Depeche Mode,
Lindisfarne,
Los Fastidios,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sarah Menescal,
Hashim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scientists,
Max Romeo,
Thompson Twins,
The Techniques,
Bauhaus,
Terry Callier,
John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
Essential Logic,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blues Magoos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Residents,
Kas Product,
KRS-One,
Tears for Fears,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.