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 Eritrea 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Shoche to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
EPMD,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Theoretical Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
One Last Wish,
New York Dolls,
Schoolly D,
Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
The Standells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lakeside,
Supertramp,
Hashim,
The Smoke,
10cc,
X-102,
Carl Craig,
Eric B and Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Malaria!,
Eric Copeland,
Pet Shop Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Move,
The Kinks,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
China Crisis,
Intrusion,
Trumans Water,
Royal Trux,
Shoche,
Josef K,
The Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slackers,
The Walker Brothers,
John Foxx,
Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Fatback Band,
New Age Steppers,
The Durutti Column,
John Lydon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Subhumans,
The Index,
Rakim,
Interpol,
Livin' Joy,
La Düsseldorf,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suburban Knight,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.