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 Burundi and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Grey Daturas to the crunk 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Second Layer,
The Blackbyrds,
Zapp,
Charles Mingus,
The Invisible,
Delon & Dalcan,
Infiniti,
Marmalade,
Dual Sessions,
John Foxx,
Kaleidoscope,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Byrd,
Alphaville,
Chrome,
DJ Style,
Bob Dylan,
Al Stewart,
Wally Richardson,
Grauzone,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Royal Trux,
Siglo XX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Darondo,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker,
Barbara Tucker,
La Düsseldorf,
Arab on Radar,
The Zeros,
Throbbing Gristle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warsaw,
Laurel Aitken,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Trojans,
Sandy B,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fear,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Skatalites,
Wire,
Scion,
Schoolly D,
The Velvet Underground,
Underground Resistance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jandek,
Todd Terry,
Rapeman,
Niagra,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.