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 Oman and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 David Bowie 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 Peter & Gordon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Red Krayola,
Lalann,
Ultimate Spinach,
Newcleus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Franke,
Technova,
Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
UT,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Terry,
Soft Machine,
Zero Boys,
The Invisible,
Quantec,
ABBA,
Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Infiniti,
Camberwell Now,
Cal Tjader,
Aswad,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masters at Work,
Black Bananas,
AZ,
Roy Ayers,
Outsiders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monks,
Magazine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pussy Galore,
The Angels of Light,
Animal Collective,
DNA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
The Move,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lyres,
Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hoover,
Amon Düül,
Soul Sonic Force,
Josef K,
The Remains,
Deepchord,
John Lydon,
Second Layer,
Blake Baxter,
Angry Samoans,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.