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 Uruguay and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Human League to the electroclash 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans 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 disco 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Howard Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tres Demented,
Roxy Music,
Zero Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minnie Riperton,
Pierre Henry,
the Normal,
Youth Brigade,
Cheater Slicks,
The Selecter,
Joensuu 1685,
Prince Buster,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mad Mike,
Pantytec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
World's Most,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Goldenarms,
Junior Murvin,
Marvin Gaye,
The Detroit Cobras,
Animal Collective,
Ponytail,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grey Daturas,
Infiniti,
Interpol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Evens,
DJ Sneak,
Iggy Pop,
L. Decosne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Henry Cow,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
The Fuzztones,
The Wake,
Simply Red,
The Count Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lindisfarne,
Ituana,
The Vogues,
Patti Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hoover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
One Last Wish,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.