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 Dominica and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 The Names to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Dual Sessions,
the Swans,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül II,
Erykah Badu,
The Golliwogs,
Bob Dylan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Holt,
ABC,
David Bowie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Youth Brigade,
The Happenings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra,
Marcia Griffiths,
DNA,
Flipper,
The Star Department,
Brass Construction,
Cheater Slicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Bourne,
Arthur Verocai,
X-102,
Amazonics,
Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Görl,
Skaos,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anakelly,
Franke,
Organ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pop Group,
Magma,
Jacques Brel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roger Hodgson,
Moby Grape,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Newcleus,
Fear,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cymande,
Joe Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pretty Things,
Visage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.