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 Antigua and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bill Wells to the punk 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Knickerbockers,
Siglo XX,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed,
Joe Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Alton Ellis,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Popol Vuh,
a-ha,
Boredoms,
Sixth Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Fugazi,
Donny Hathaway,
Cymande,
Joensuu 1685,
the Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
Sugar Minott,
The Star Department,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mad Mike,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agitation Free,
Zapp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Prince Buster,
Magma,
Livin' Joy,
The Moleskins,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Association,
Organ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Depeche Mode,
Theoretical Girls,
Liliput,
UT,
Camouflage,
Mandrill,
Drexciya,
Roger Hodgson,
Average White Band,
The Doors,
Can,
The Moody Blues,
Ponytail,
The Gap Band,
Magazine,
The Real Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mojo Men,
The Red Krayola,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.