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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 The Gun Club to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Agitation Free,
June Days,
World's Most,
Avey Tare,
The Fall,
Technova,
Arthur Verocai,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Busters,
The Moody Blues,
Heaven 17,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Lynne,
Janne Schatter,
Rosa Yemen,
The Wake,
The Leaves,
Fat Boys,
Chris Corsano,
The Dirtbombs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fluxion,
Swell Maps,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül II,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Newcleus,
Mission of Burma,
Delta 5,
L. Decosne,
Ornette Coleman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Holt,
Cal Tjader,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brothers Johnson,
In Retrospect,
Bootsy Collins,
Agent Orange,
Connie Case,
Derrick Morgan,
Dark Day,
Quadrant,
X-102,
Adolescents,
Alton Ellis,
K-Klass,
Yaz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pop Group,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
UT,
Television,
The Gun Club,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.