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 Ireland and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radiohead to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Blossom Toes,
Rod Modell,
Clear Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Toasters,
Amazonics,
Althea and Donna,
Terry Callier,
The Martian,
The Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
Judy Mowatt,
Niagra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moby Grape,
The Last Poets,
Black Bananas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Can,
The Durutti Column,
Babytalk,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ornette Coleman,
10cc,
Robert Hood,
The Grass Roots,
Porter Ricks,
Moss Icon,
X-101,
The Dead C,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television,
the Swans,
June Days,
The Litter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lakeside,
The Residents,
Smog,
Nils Olav,
These Immortal Souls,
Wings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erykah Badu,
The Walker Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Y Pants,
The Gories,
Country Teasers,
The Victims,
Rosa Yemen,
Archie Shepp,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.