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 Paraguay and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rap 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The Evens,
The Leaves,
Maleditus Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Birthday Party,
Moebius,
Black Bananas,
Siglo XX,
In Retrospect,
Inner City,
Erasure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Panda Bear,
Buzzcocks,
MC5,
CMW,
Sällskapet,
Royal Trux,
Country Teasers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiohead,
Sam Rivers,
Rapeman,
Von Mondo,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Machine,
Funky Four + One,
The Fortunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Organ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ken Boothe,
Pussy Galore,
H. Thieme,
Television,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacques Brel,
Drexciya,
Shoche,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hoover,
Pierre Henry,
Terry Callier,
Fear,
The Wake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minor Threat,
The Doors,
Severed Heads,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Dennis Brown,
Television Personalities,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rites of Spring,
Neu!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.