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 Cameroon and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jacques Brel to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Q65,
Loose Ends,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pretty Things,
the Fania All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fortunes,
MDC,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Technova,
Bobby Byrd,
Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dead C,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Zeros,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sex Pistols,
Pussy Galore,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New York Dolls,
Cal Tjader,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Negative Approach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sam Rivers,
Skriet,
The Moleskins,
Q and Not U,
Thompson Twins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Vogues,
Gichy Dan,
Mr. Review,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
Tears for Fears,
Lightning Bolt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Germs,
John Lydon,
The Sound,
Angry Samoans,
June of 44,
Sun City Girls,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.