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 Maldives and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Schoolly D to the funk 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Roxette,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ponytail,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Wells,
Terry Callier,
The Associates,
Tommy Roe,
Pussy Galore,
Sight & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fela Kuti,
X-102,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skarface,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Adolescents,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Hardrive,
The Music Machine,
Bluetip,
Henry Cow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Age Steppers,
Porter Ricks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
Alphaville,
Robert Hood,
Patti Smith,
Talk Talk,
Model 500,
Leonard Cohen,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slick Rick,
a-ha,
The Pretty Things,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxy Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-Ray Spex,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.