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 Jamaica and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Ultravox to the funk 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Das Ding,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Smooth,
June of 44,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blues Magoos,
New York Dolls,
Technova,
Schoolly D,
OOIOO,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Five Americans,
Young Marble Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Bourne,
Scientists,
Faraquet,
Bobby Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Osbourne,
a-ha,
Eve St. Jones,
Suicide,
Nico,
Junior Murvin,
Outsiders,
Henry Cow,
John Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mission of Burma,
Tres Demented,
Girls At Our Best!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deepchord,
The Victims,
Japan,
The Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boredoms,
Qualms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Hasil Adkins,
Yaz,
Erykah Badu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Youth Brigade,
The Black Dice,
Harmonia,
Blancmange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nas,
The Monks,
Camouflage,
Royal Trux,
Magazine,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.