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 Ghana and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Matthew Halsall to the techno 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter and Kerry,
Maurizio,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Motions,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Womack,
The Doobie Brothers,
Icehouse,
Jeru the Damaja,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nik Kershaw,
MC5,
Skaos,
the Germs,
X-Ray Spex,
10cc,
AZ,
The Walker Brothers,
The Move,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Almond,
ABBA,
John Foxx,
Bronski Beat,
Howard Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
L. Decosne,
Blake Baxter,
Y Pants,
This Heat,
Porter Ricks,
Sparks,
Fatback Band,
Albert Ayler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Moon,
Deadbeat,
Yellowson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cure,
the Human League,
Crooked Eye,
New Age Steppers,
The Offenders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camberwell Now,
U.S. Maple,
Scan 7,
Barclay James Harvest,
Niagra,
Make Up,
Nirvana,
The United States of America,
Rites of Spring,
Intrusion,
Isaac Hayes,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.