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 Slovakia and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eurythmics to the electroclash 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Hoover,
Panda Bear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pop Group,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barrington Levy,
Donald Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dennis Brown,
The Searchers,
Tim Buckley,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cybotron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick Morgan,
Thompson Twins,
Moebius,
Peter and Kerry,
Steve Hackett,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doors,
World's Most,
T. Rex,
Jawbox,
Reuben Wilson,
Ituana,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joy Division,
Quantec,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker,
Wire,
Q and Not U,
Sister Nancy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Khruangbin,
Lou Christie,
The Misunderstood,
Sound Behaviour,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Soft Cell,
Roxette,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Halsall,
Flipper,
kango's stein massive,
The Modern Lovers,
Half Japanese,
Sarah Menescal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul II Soul,
cv313,
The Angels of Light,
Das Ding,
Matthew Bourne,
Camouflage,
ABC,
Eli Mardock,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.