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 Afghanistan and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Pop Group to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Das Ding,
Unrelated Segments,
The Litter,
The Cramps,
Morten Harket,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
Severed Heads,
Joy Division,
Nico,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Janne Schatter,
Magazine,
Skarface,
Aswad,
Bluetip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultravox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deakin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
MC5,
Dave Gahan,
The American Breed,
The Red Krayola,
Jacob Miller,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Near,
Nirvana,
Sun City Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barbara Tucker,
Porter Ricks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Banda Bassotti,
The Black Dice,
Little Man,
Quando Quango,
Essential Logic,
La Düsseldorf,
Alton Ellis,
The Motions,
Lindisfarne,
Roxette,
Royal Trux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sound Behaviour,
Panda Bear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalann,
The Durutti Column,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.