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 Moldova and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arab on Radar to the electroclash 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Monolake,
Little Man,
Radio Birdman,
X-101,
Joe Finger,
The Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
The Birthday Party,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gladiators,
Gastr Del Sol,
Circle Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
Radiohead,
The Durutti Column,
Sister Nancy,
Alison Limerick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Connie Case,
Darondo,
Mr. Review,
Ken Boothe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sight & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Archie Shepp,
Yellowson,
Fluxion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ponytail,
Scan 7,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Schoolly D,
Warren Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tres Demented,
Altered Images,
The Real Kids,
Von Mondo,
Nick Fraelich,
Althea and Donna,
The Victims,
Juan Atkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grey Daturas,
Los Fastidios,
Moebius,
B.T. Express,
John Holt,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.