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 Iran and from New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The Techniques,
The J.B.'s,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Index,
PIL,
Livin' Joy,
The Monochrome Set,
Toni Rubio,
Youth Brigade,
Hot Snakes,
The Evens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minnie Riperton,
Hasil Adkins,
Mandrill,
Peter and Kerry,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Dolphy,
Sparks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joy Division,
Crash Course in Science,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Moon,
Suburban Knight,
Wire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Mills,
the Slits,
Schoolly D,
Moby Grape,
The Names,
Scion,
Au Pairs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blackbyrds,
Barbara Tucker,
Eden Ahbez,
Morten Harket,
Erasure,
Vladislav Delay,
Blancmange,
Rotary Connection,
X-Ray Spex,
The Divine Comedy,
New York Dolls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Standells,
Average White Band,
Eli Mardock,
The Remains,
Vainqueur,
Tommy Roe,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fuzztones,
Alton Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.