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 Nepal and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vainqueur to the techno 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Yazoo,
Grey Daturas,
The Slackers,
Oblivians,
Ultravox,
Guru Guru,
H. Thieme,
Leonard Cohen,
Technova,
Faust,
Sixth Finger,
Zapp,
Gastr Del Sol,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül,
Peter and Kerry,
Altered Images,
The Kinks,
Nirvana,
Wings,
Arab on Radar,
Toni Rubio,
Franke,
The Searchers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lindisfarne,
Susan Cadogan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacques Brel,
Barry Ungar,
Unrelated Segments,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-101,
Pylon,
Q65,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxette,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash,
Essential Logic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Byron Stingily,
Thee Headcoats,
The Tremeloes,
The Cure,
Underground Resistance,
Visage,
Pere Ubu,
The Motions,
Lyres,
Aswad,
Magazine,
Iggy Pop,
The American Breed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Holt,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.