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 Macedonia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barbara Tucker to the funk 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
The Dead C,
Marmalade,
The Litter,
The Toasters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sällskapet,
Second Layer,
The Dirtbombs,
Wally Richardson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Adolescents,
Graham Central Station,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Evens,
Piero Umiliani,
The American Breed,
Mandrill,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare,
Khruangbin,
Eddi Front,
Ossler,
Leonard Cohen,
Blossom Toes,
The Cowsills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Fear,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moody Blues,
The Busters,
Jacques Brel,
The Shadows of Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Don Cherry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül II,
Yazoo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Saints,
Sister Nancy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crime,
The Wake,
Chris & Cosey,
The Star Department,
L. Decosne,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Sneak,
Al Stewart,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mojo Men,
Cybotron,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.