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 Algeria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Popol Vuh to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suburban Knight,
Pylon,
Laurel Aitken,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Vogues,
Janne Schatter,
Underground Resistance,
Dark Day,
Warren Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Supertramp,
Organ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Young Rascals,
Deepchord,
Dawn Penn,
Erykah Badu,
The Residents,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Starr,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Subhumans,
The Techniques,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mars,
Infiniti,
Godley & Creme,
The Slackers,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
H. Thieme,
The Pop Group,
Juan Atkins,
The Associates,
The Grass Roots,
Sex Pistols,
The Fall,
Sugar Minott,
Ronan,
Chris Corsano,
Sparks,
Babytalk,
DJ Style,
Tears for Fears,
Bad Manners,
The Fuzztones,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.