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 Ivory Coast and from London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scrapy to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Foxx,
Easy Going,
Kerrie Biddell,
Supertramp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arcadia,
Howard Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
Rosa Yemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tom Boy,
the Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultra Naté,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monks,
Scrapy,
Sight & Sound,
R.M.O.,
Mission of Burma,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiohead,
Junior Murvin,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ludus,
Los Fastidios,
Scratch Acid,
Crooked Eye,
Maleditus Sound,
Icehouse,
AZ,
Sonic Youth,
Television,
Mandrill,
Deakin,
Dual Sessions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Angels of Light,
Thompson Twins,
Minnie Riperton,
The Victims,
Cluster,
Technova,
Tears for Fears,
Cybotron,
Davy DMX,
The Walker Brothers,
Desert Stars,
The Move,
Godley & Creme,
Sparks,
Infiniti,
Bill Wells,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.