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 Brazil and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Matthew Halsall to the crunk 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Hill,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-Ray Spex,
Skaos,
The Monochrome Set,
Throbbing Gristle,
Colin Newman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Goldenarms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young,
The Neon Judgement,
Basic Channel,
Prince Buster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Guru Guru,
Vainqueur,
Stetsasonic,
Mr. Review,
Intrusion,
The Saints,
Cheater Slicks,
Royal Trux,
Donny Hathaway,
Interpol,
Gabor Szabo,
Steve Hackett,
Funky Four + One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Negative Approach,
Ossler,
Von Mondo,
David McCallum,
The Blues Magoos,
Sugar Minott,
The Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
Bobby Womack,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Green,
Graham Central Station,
Camberwell Now,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Hood,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Happenings,
the Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang On A Can,
Pantytec,
Boredoms,
Minny Pops,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.