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 Namibia and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Gichy Dan to the electroclash 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blossom Toes,
The Moody Blues,
Brass Construction,
Television Personalities,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blackbyrds,
Isaac Hayes,
Lindisfarne,
Groovy Waters,
The Toasters,
The United States of America,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Halsall,
MDC,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Das Ding,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Sherman,
Scan 7,
The Birthday Party,
Chrome,
Bluetip,
Dawn Penn,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Brand Nubian,
Warsaw,
Sonic Youth,
Brick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Franke,
Colin Newman,
John Cale,
Visage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Duran Duran,
kango's stein massive,
Half Japanese,
The Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
Josef K,
This Heat,
Blake Baxter,
Peter and Kerry,
Barrington Levy,
The Grass Roots,
Graham Central Station,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
U.S. Maple,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.