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 China and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Babytalk to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Mantronix,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crash Course in Science,
Unwound,
Rosa Yemen,
Ten City,
Reuben Wilson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Accadde A,
Alphaville,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Skatalites,
The Toasters,
The Selecter,
EPMD,
The Smiths,
Nas,
The Knickerbockers,
The Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Goldenarms,
Blancmange,
The Slits,
Sight & Sound,
the Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Wyatt,
Cybotron,
Crooked Eye,
The Count Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dorothy Ashby,
Von Mondo,
Bronski Beat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Wells,
Lungfish,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terrestrial Tones,
Niagra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suburban Knight,
cv313,
Black Sheep,
Sam Rivers,
The Tremeloes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ice-T,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Bourne,
Schoolly D,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.