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 Norway and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Franke to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
The Fuzztones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echospace,
Avey Tare,
B.T. Express,
Iggy Pop,
Popol Vuh,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Underground Resistance,
The Victims,
John Cale,
The Gories,
Symarip,
Joe Finger,
The Techniques,
Lower 48,
Dead Boys,
ABBA,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Leaves,
X-102,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Halsall,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Barracudas,
Schoolly D,
Kayak,
Agitation Free,
EPMD,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hoover,
Nation of Ulysses,
Intrusion,
Flash Fearless,
Henry Cow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Franke,
The Index,
Nils Olav,
Thompson Twins,
Wings,
Tim Buckley,
Reagan Youth,
Arab on Radar,
the Bar-Kays,
Excepter,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young,
The Remains,
Groovy Waters,
Porter Ricks,
Heaven 17,
The Fall,
The Fire Engines,
Cameo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marine Girls,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.