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 Lebanon and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Interpol to the grime 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Mills,
Thee Headcoats,
Harry Pussy,
Funkadelic,
Minutemen,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Metal Thangz,
Nation of Ulysses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The United States of America,
The J.B.'s,
Steve Hackett,
Lower 48,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Josef K,
Mandrill,
John Foxx,
Grey Daturas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agitation Free,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moss Icon,
Mission of Burma,
Masters at Work,
Con Funk Shun,
Scientists,
Skaos,
The Remains,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Count Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Delta 5,
F. McDonald,
Rufus Thomas,
The Zeros,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Copeland,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Lynne,
Interpol,
Ultra Naté,
The Fuzztones,
Patti Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Drexciya,
Flash Fearless,
Albert Ayler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Organ,
Nas,
The Residents,
Pantytec,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick Morgan,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.