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 Congo and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Gang of Four to the crunk 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Rosa Yemen,
Sex Pistols,
The Searchers,
Crime,
Agent Orange,
Skarface,
The Toasters,
cv313,
The Motions,
FM Einheit,
Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young,
Dark Day,
Graham Central Station,
Magazine,
KRS-One,
Liliput,
Blossom Toes,
Surgeon,
The Star Department,
Jandek,
the Soft Cell,
The Litter,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
The Music Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Panda Bear,
JFA,
John Holt,
Peter & Gordon,
Malaria!,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül,
The Pretty Things,
Rekid,
Sandy B,
Lyres,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Buckinghams,
Thompson Twins,
Nirvana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Inner City,
The Invisible,
Arcadia,
Sight & Sound,
Minutemen,
A Certain Ratio,
Easy Going,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.