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 Costa Rica and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Gang of Four to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Evens,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Index,
Dead Boys,
The Searchers,
The Doors,
Icehouse,
The Victims,
Fluxion,
Ludus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Rundgren,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Star Department,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warsaw,
The New Christs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monks,
The Remains,
The Dirtbombs,
La Düsseldorf,
Brand Nubian,
Q and Not U,
The Selecter,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
The United States of America,
the Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Pulsallama,
Young Marble Giants,
Duran Duran,
The Standells,
Japan,
ABBA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eli Mardock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brothers Johnson,
Surgeon,
OOIOO,
The Motions,
Visage,
Yaz,
Sister Nancy,
The Cure,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.