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 Tanzania and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Kerrie Biddell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Smog,
Guru Guru,
The United States of America,
Albert Ayler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry's Kids,
Sällskapet,
The Vogues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dual Sessions,
Make Up,
The Durutti Column,
Aaron Thompson,
The Move,
F. McDonald,
Essential Logic,
New Age Steppers,
The Raincoats,
X-102,
Malaria!,
The Pop Group,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eurythmics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
Ponytail,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television,
Brothers Johnson,
The Barracudas,
Prince Buster,
The Mummies,
Radiopuhelimet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fall,
The Dirtbombs,
Arab on Radar,
The Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Connie Case,
Warren Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mad Mike,
Das Ding,
Anakelly,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
UT,
Model 500,
Black Flag,
Trumans Water,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Germs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-101,
Suicide,
The Human League,
Royal Trux,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.