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 Mauritius 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Moebius 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monks,
The Fortunes,
Youth Brigade,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cure,
Shoche,
The Neon Judgement,
Minor Threat,
Silicon Teens,
a-ha,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Circle Jerks,
Tres Demented,
Cal Tjader,
the Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lyres,
Glenn Branca,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eli Mardock,
Angry Samoans,
The Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Swell Maps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Altered Images,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skarface,
DNA,
Icehouse,
Underground Resistance,
The Gap Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Rapeman,
Pantytec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
Khruangbin,
The Star Department,
Can,
Hoover,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Sherman,
Rod Modell,
Blancmange,
Pagans,
Monolake,
Mo-Dettes,
Sixth Finger,
The Angels of Light,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.