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 Argentina 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kool Moe Dee to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Whodini,
The Moody Blues,
Masters at Work,
Franke,
The Motions,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Von Mondo,
Animal Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sound,
Qualms,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang On A Can,
Talk Talk,
Depeche Mode,
Motorama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June Days,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visage,
The Black Dice,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythm & Sound,
Hashim,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Theoretical Girls,
Half Japanese,
Angry Samoans,
The Five Americans,
Ituana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roger Hodgson,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-Ray Spex,
Juan Atkins,
Newcleus,
Subhumans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Parry Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Loose Ends,
John Lydon,
Marine Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Copeland,
Henry Cow,
Chris & Cosey,
Sex Pistols,
Quando Quango,
The Smoke,
China Crisis,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.