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 Belarus and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Buzzcocks to the crunk 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faraquet,
Malaria!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oblivians,
The Velvet Underground,
The Move,
This Heat,
The Last Poets,
the Association,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
Rotary Connection,
K-Klass,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crash Course in Science,
kango's stein massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Quadrant,
Barrington Levy,
Sixth Finger,
Silicon Teens,
Massinfluence,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Al Stewart,
Skarface,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Görl,
The Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Susan Cadogan,
The Kinks,
The Stooges,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
World's Most,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kayak,
Arcadia,
Steve Hackett,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eve St. Jones,
The Red Krayola,
The Fugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fortunes,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dark Day,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.