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 Ecuador and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lucky Dragons to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
MDC,
The Blackbyrds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Martian,
the Normal,
Johnny Clarke,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Wells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camouflage,
Main Source,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moleskins,
Tom Boy,
Connie Case,
Hardrive,
Easy Going,
Skarface,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mark Hollis,
Fugazi,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mad Mike,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sight & Sound,
Lower 48,
Kerrie Biddell,
Y Pants,
David McCallum,
Delta 5,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare,
Mission of Burma,
T.S.O.L.,
The Velvet Underground,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Saints,
Matthew Bourne,
Tears for Fears,
The Slackers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Circle Jerks,
Siglo XX,
The Blues Magoos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rapeman,
The Gories,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cure,
Steve Hackett,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.