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 Uzbekistan and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grime 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
These Immortal Souls,
Index,
Stereo Dub,
Patti Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Joyce Sims,
The Grass Roots,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Toasters,
The Gun Club,
The Fortunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Buckinghams,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Young Rascals,
The Knickerbockers,
Bronski Beat,
Urselle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gories,
The Dead C,
The Count Five,
X-102,
Jawbox,
The Star Department,
Barbara Tucker,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Desert Stars,
Grauzone,
Intrusion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boredoms,
Monolake,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Bowie,
Gang Green,
Nas,
Slave,
Boz Scaggs,
Q and Not U,
Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Au Pairs,
Quando Quango,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Fraelich,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Clear Light,
Y Pants,
ABC,
Amon Düül,
The Stooges,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.