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 New Zealand and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Black Pus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Organ,
Tres Demented,
Buzzcocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amazonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Goldenarms,
X-Ray Spex,
X-102,
The Cure,
Skaos,
Jeff Lynne,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Pus,
Barry Ungar,
Roxette,
Popol Vuh,
Mandrill,
Sparks,
Fear,
Hardrive,
Pagans,
Piero Umiliani,
The Music Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Mantronix,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Golliwogs,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Easy Going,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Starr,
Moby Grape,
Rotary Connection,
Bush Tetras,
Fela Kuti,
X-101,
Marshall Jefferson,
Idris Muhammad,
The Evens,
Wire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Iggy Pop,
Joey Negro,
cv313,
Adolescents,
Lou Christie,
Agitation Free,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.