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 Malaysia 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Robert Palmer 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 Tubeway Army to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Womack,
Urselle,
John Foxx,
Thompson Twins,
Anthony Braxton,
8 Eyed Spy,
Essential Logic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nirvana,
Joe Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Jandek,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Buzzcocks,
Kaleidoscope,
Das Ding,
DJ Sneak,
Guru Guru,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unwound,
The Gladiators,
Hardrive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dave Clark Five,
U.S. Maple,
Rod Modell,
The Neon Judgement,
Prince Buster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
L. Decosne,
Black Bananas,
June Days,
Can,
Neu!,
Suburban Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Index,
Lakeside,
Simply Red,
Matthew Halsall,
Barclay James Harvest,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faraquet,
Joensuu 1685,
The Last Poets,
the Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick May,
Neil Young,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Leaves,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.