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 Tonga and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Marc Almond to the disco 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
David Bowie,
Symarip,
The Motions,
Icehouse,
Brothers Johnson,
Whodini,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Letta Mbulu,
Japan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hasil Adkins,
A Certain Ratio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Neon Judgement,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sister Nancy,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Stooges,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ten City,
Blossom Toes,
Maurizio,
Marvin Gaye,
Nirvana,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick Morgan,
The Barracudas,
Oblivians,
Reuben Wilson,
Delta 5,
Laurel Aitken,
Rosa Yemen,
Hashim,
New Order,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacques Brel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marine Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Zero Boys,
Sight & Sound,
The Black Dice,
Mission of Burma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boredoms,
Moby Grape,
Trumans Water,
Hot Snakes,
Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
Minny Pops,
ABBA,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.