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 Luxembourg and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 48th St. Collective to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Ponytail,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
E-Dancer,
Ultravox,
In Retrospect,
The Buckinghams,
The Standells,
Yusef Lateef,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Germs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Youth Brigade,
Second Layer,
Trumans Water,
Warsaw,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blossom Toes,
AZ,
Altered Images,
Zapp,
Magazine,
Lakeside,
Siglo XX,
Deadbeat,
Robert Wyatt,
Eli Mardock,
The United States of America,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultra Naté,
Y Pants,
Joe Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Popol Vuh,
Livin' Joy,
Isaac Hayes,
Janne Schatter,
Alton Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
The Cramps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visage,
Darondo,
Oblivians,
Smog,
The Victims,
Crispy Ambulance,
cv313,
Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T. Rex,
The Divine Comedy,
Henry Cow,
Stetsasonic,
Morten Harket,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.