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 Turkey and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Iggy Pop to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Y Pants,
Das Ding,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Move,
Maleditus Sound,
Icehouse,
Malaria!,
The Real Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monks,
Roxette,
Tim Buckley,
The Happenings,
Junior Murvin,
The Searchers,
Minnie Riperton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glenn Branca,
Toni Rubio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nik Kershaw,
Iggy Pop,
The Gun Club,
Sparks,
Hoover,
DNA,
Lalann,
Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Desert Stars,
Urselle,
Sister Nancy,
The Residents,
Can,
Shoche,
Matthew Halsall,
Circle Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
Nas,
Marc Almond,
Excepter,
H. Thieme,
Susan Cadogan,
Wire,
The Motions,
Pulsallama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arcadia,
Rites of Spring,
the Human League,
Maurizio,
Cameo,
Heaven 17,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moleskins,
Blake Baxter,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.