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 United States and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grime 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Sonic Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Womack,
Radiohead,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suburban Knight,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Von Mondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris & Cosey,
Lucky Dragons,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Outsiders,
Bad Manners,
Hot Snakes,
The Divine Comedy,
CMW,
Faust,
Laurel Aitken,
Zero Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crash Course in Science,
Nas,
Magazine,
The Knickerbockers,
Ohio Players,
Robert Görl,
Sandy B,
A Certain Ratio,
Simply Red,
Black Flag,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Near,
The Zeros,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mo-Dettes,
E-Dancer,
Radio Birdman,
Howard Jones,
Newcleus,
Jeff Mills,
Television,
Henry Cow,
The Slackers,
Matthew Halsall,
Subhumans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blossom Toes,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.