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 Colombia and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Bauhaus to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
One Last Wish,
Faraquet,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Essential Logic,
Rites of Spring,
Camouflage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Clear Light,
Joey Negro,
Patti Smith,
Suicide,
Mad Mike,
cv313,
Tres Demented,
Sun City Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
AZ,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tomorrow,
Pagans,
Cluster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Green,
Pantaleimon,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Searchers,
La Düsseldorf,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Depeche Mode,
Infiniti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
OOIOO,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
Blancmange,
Dennis Brown,
Barbara Tucker,
Barry Ungar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Intrusion,
Glenn Branca,
Arcadia,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Trojans,
Joy Division,
Stiv Bators,
Charles Mingus,
Public Enemy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.