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 Moldova and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Robert Görl to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Nirvana,
Eurythmics,
Derrick May,
Rapeman,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Flag,
The Fuzztones,
The Evens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brass Construction,
LL Cool J,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monks,
Ituana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Litter,
The Vogues,
Icehouse,
Deepchord,
Jeff Mills,
Colin Newman,
Yazoo,
Donny Hathaway,
Japan,
Quando Quango,
Absolute Body Control,
The Knickerbockers,
Anthony Braxton,
Roger Hodgson,
Negative Approach,
Magma,
Nik Kershaw,
Aaron Thompson,
The Misunderstood,
the Bar-Kays,
Sister Nancy,
Yaz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cecil Taylor,
Aural Exciters,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Copeland,
Qualms,
UT,
10cc,
Deakin,
Bad Manners,
The Gories,
Buzzcocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zero Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Tim Buckley,
Monolake,
Marmalade,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gladiators,
Mr. Review,
Freddie Wadling,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.