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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Mad Mike,
Skarface,
Vainqueur,
Wasted Youth,
Groovy Waters,
The Buckinghams,
The J.B.'s,
Grey Daturas,
the Association,
Cybotron,
The Last Poets,
Guru Guru,
The Gories,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Swans,
Reagan Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed,
The Monochrome Set,
Liliput,
The Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nik Kershaw,
Sound Behaviour,
Livin' Joy,
The Toasters,
Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deadbeat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Stereo Dub,
Nirvana,
LL Cool J,
Eric Dolphy,
Little Man,
Unwound,
Arab on Radar,
Juan Atkins,
Section 25,
Gabor Szabo,
Oblivians,
Hoover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Absolute Body Control,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Wake,
The United States of America,
Patti Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Sherman,
The Move,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hardrive,
Marmalade,
The Victims,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.