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 Madagascar and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Erykah Badu to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Bill Wells,
Hot Snakes,
Moebius,
Saccharine Trust,
Tim Buckley,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bob Dylan,
Fat Boys,
Hoover,
Delon & Dalcan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
AZ,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Leaves,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Foxx,
David McCallum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minny Pops,
Pantytec,
B.T. Express,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Residents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Underground Resistance,
Janne Schatter,
The Fortunes,
Zero Boys,
Erykah Badu,
The Neon Judgement,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ken Boothe,
The Fall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ice-T,
Stereo Dub,
Quando Quango,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Tres Demented,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Starr,
Piero Umiliani,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aswad,
Cybotron,
The Seeds,
The Litter,
The Gladiators,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Lynne,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amazonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Theoretical Girls,
Dead Boys,
Scan 7,
Carl Craig,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.