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 Guyana and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 The Velvet Underground to the funk 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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
DNA,
Mark Hollis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suicide,
Boredoms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Alice Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
The Remains,
Scott Walker,
Susan Cadogan,
Grey Daturas,
The Motions,
Lou Christie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Raincoats,
Procol Harum,
Yaz,
The Grass Roots,
The Mummies,
Freddie Wadling,
kango's stein massive,
Patti Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marvin Gaye,
The Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Darondo,
cv313,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry's Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warsaw,
Unwound,
Saccharine Trust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Basic Channel,
Connie Case,
Michelle Simonal,
U.S. Maple,
Hoover,
UT,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Toasters,
the Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Japan,
Excepter,
Lucky Dragons,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris & Cosey,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.