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 Taiwan and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Erasure to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Siglo XX,
Von Mondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lakeside,
The Slits,
Cal Tjader,
The Last Poets,
Chris Corsano,
Hot Snakes,
Tubeway Army,
Colin Newman,
Chrome,
Pierre Henry,
the Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Nirvana,
Alton Ellis,
Deakin,
Rotary Connection,
Piero Umiliani,
The Angels of Light,
Black Sheep,
Isaac Hayes,
Maurizio,
Deepchord,
Essential Logic,
The Mojo Men,
Peter and Kerry,
Ituana,
Lucky Dragons,
Howard Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glenn Branca,
Barrington Levy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Danielle Patucci,
Cymande,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Organ,
Pole,
Metal Thangz,
Radiohead,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tommy Roe,
Can,
The Five Americans,
Godley & Creme,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cowsills,
UT,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Mission of Burma,
China Crisis,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.