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 Liechtenstein and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Radiohead to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Spandau Ballet,
Excepter,
New Order,
John Holt,
Al Stewart,
The Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ohio Players,
Godley & Creme,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Moon,
Au Pairs,
Visage,
Bootsy Collins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Tremeloes,
Animal Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
The Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deepchord,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang of Four,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dead Boys,
Lower 48,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pretty Things,
Nirvana,
Black Sheep,
The Evens,
Prince Buster,
Rapeman,
Nick Fraelich,
Pagans,
Lucky Dragons,
Second Layer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fatback Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Mandrill,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mars,
Scientists,
Babytalk,
The Kinks,
Inner City,
a-ha,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Certain Ratio,
Lyres,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.