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 France and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Brass Construction to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Sparks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dead Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Bad Manners,
Make Up,
Wings,
Neu!,
Ice-T,
Flash Fearless,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funkadelic,
Unwound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Depeche Mode,
Whodini,
Inner City,
Jerry's Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Television,
The Offenders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacques Brel,
Metal Thangz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nico,
Malaria!,
Khruangbin,
Bang On A Can,
Pylon,
Symarip,
Matthew Bourne,
The New Christs,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers,
The Black Dice,
The Happenings,
Stiv Bators,
Mark Hollis,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
Technova,
Visage,
Aloha Tigers,
These Immortal Souls,
Maleditus Sound,
Excepter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heaven 17,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.