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 Panama and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Minny Pops to the crunk 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Smiths,
Symarip,
L. Decosne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Metal Thangz,
Malaria!,
June Days,
Don Cherry,
Average White Band,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Lynne,
Tom Boy,
Scientists,
Scratch Acid,
Radio Birdman,
Dave Gahan,
cv313,
Altered Images,
U.S. Maple,
Throbbing Gristle,
Popol Vuh,
Harmonia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Bar-Kays,
Section 25,
Flipper,
ABBA,
Roxy Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maurizio,
Hashim,
Yaz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eurythmics,
Animal Collective,
The Litter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marine Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Black Dice,
Mandrill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Pantytec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Motorama,
The Walker Brothers,
Marmalade,
Davy DMX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
K-Klass,
Delta 5,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Almond,
The Young Rascals,
the Slits,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.