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 Kyrgyzstan and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Depeche Mode to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Heaven 17,
Soft Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Offenders,
Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Junior Murvin,
Loose Ends,
Maleditus Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marmalade,
Glenn Branca,
Motorama,
Quantec,
Black Moon,
Audionom,
Neil Young,
the Human League,
Derrick May,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
Alphaville,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Von Mondo,
Patti Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
EPMD,
H. Thieme,
The Skatalites,
Los Fastidios,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Divine Comedy,
the Bar-Kays,
Cameo,
Sarah Menescal,
Dennis Brown,
Lindisfarne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deakin,
David Axelrod,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dark Day,
Supertramp,
Sister Nancy,
Young Marble Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Bowie,
The Golliwogs,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quadrant,
These Immortal Souls,
The Young Rascals,
Excepter,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.