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 Estonia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Josef K to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Delta 5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wolf Eyes,
the Germs,
Newcleus,
The Searchers,
Aaron Thompson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra,
Soulsonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gories,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siglo XX,
Technova,
Mo-Dettes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shuggie Otis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sällskapet,
Animal Collective,
D'Angelo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Althea and Donna,
The Litter,
The Fugs,
Television,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skarface,
Sight & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Motorama,
R.M.O.,
cv313,
The Mojo Men,
Depeche Mode,
David McCallum,
The Mummies,
Colin Newman,
T.S.O.L.,
Monolake,
Lightning Bolt,
AZ,
Goldenarms,
Tears for Fears,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June Days,
Derrick Morgan,
The Black Dice,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yazoo,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Mills,
The Busters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Evens,
Radiohead,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hoover,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.