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 Ecuador and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Altered Images to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joy Division,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
K-Klass,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dual Sessions,
Fear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Guru Guru,
Kas Product,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Bananas,
Sonny Sharrock,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Clarke,
Unwound,
Boz Scaggs,
AZ,
Qualms,
Urselle,
Cameo,
Brass Construction,
Easy Going,
Spoonie Gee,
Inner City,
X-101,
Bluetip,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Zeros,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Darondo,
Audionom,
The Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sam Rivers,
The Durutti Column,
David Axelrod,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Copeland,
MDC,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q65,
Aaron Thompson,
Harmonia,
Eli Mardock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Fraelich,
Nico,
Blake Baxter,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
10cc,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blackbyrds,
Visage,
Brand Nubian,
The Gories,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.