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 Botswana and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Warren Ellis to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken 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?
Sexual Harrassment,
David Bowie,
Joyce Sims,
The Dead C,
Sam Rivers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q65,
Tears for Fears,
Prince Buster,
The Cure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Flag,
Delon & Dalcan,
Adolescents,
F. McDonald,
Blancmange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Severed Heads,
The Young Rascals,
Dark Day,
John Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
Ten City,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Techniques,
Half Japanese,
Sixth Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
The American Breed,
The Smoke,
Arab on Radar,
Cal Tjader,
The Associates,
Nick Fraelich,
Camouflage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fela Kuti,
Gong,
Zapp,
Main Source,
Q and Not U,
Public Enemy,
Porter Ricks,
Das Ding,
Harry Pussy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Piero Umiliani,
Sparks,
Bad Manners,
Supertramp,
Index,
Eli Mardock,
Donny Hathaway,
Royal Trux,
Audionom,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.