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 Gambia and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 The Stooges 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tim Buckley,
Thompson Twins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Offenders,
Cheater Slicks,
The Music Machine,
Accadde A,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronan,
The Star Department,
Sister Nancy,
Fugazi,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonic Youth,
Zero Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Mantronix,
JFA,
Piero Umiliani,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fire Engines,
Scientists,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
LL Cool J,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
Dennis Brown,
The Techniques,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed,
Saccharine Trust,
Harmonia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
K-Klass,
Technova,
the Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Eurythmics,
Royal Trux,
Brothers Johnson,
Godley & Creme,
Ken Boothe,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Animal Collective,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Normal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.