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 Singapore and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Liliput to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Fat Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Silicon Teens,
the Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
Stockholm Monsters,
Duran Duran,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Germs,
The J.B.'s,
Hoover,
The Young Rascals,
Slave,
Eve St. Jones,
Bob Dylan,
The Cure,
The Flesh Eaters,
Depeche Mode,
Juan Atkins,
Guru Guru,
Alice Coltrane,
the Normal,
The Grass Roots,
Aswad,
The Fire Engines,
Faust,
Livin' Joy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smoke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Half Japanese,
Massinfluence,
Cybotron,
Chrome,
Kerri Chandler,
Swell Maps,
Flamin' Groovies,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ludus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Procol Harum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
JFA,
Pere Ubu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quantec,
The Count Five,
Thompson Twins,
Barbara Tucker,
Josef K,
Urselle,
Crash Course in Science,
The Music Machine,
Henry Cow,
CMW,
New Order,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Almond,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.