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 Honduras and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 techno 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Nirvana,
Simply Red,
Anakelly,
Goldenarms,
The Barracudas,
Joyce Sims,
Ohio Players,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Subhumans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Organ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
10cc,
Pagans,
Gong,
Excepter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris Corsano,
X-102,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Invisible,
Gabor Szabo,
Average White Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aswad,
Kenny Larkin,
Royal Trux,
the Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Babytalk,
Bill Wells,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
Arab on Radar,
The Stooges,
The Golliwogs,
Lower 48,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra,
The Toasters,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skaos,
Au Pairs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Basic Channel,
Pole,
Eric Copeland,
Wally Richardson,
the Swans,
Morten Harket,
Blossom Toes,
Minny Pops,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.