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 Seychelles and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Reed 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 Liliput to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Masters at Work,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mandrill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Henry Cow,
X-Ray Spex,
Infiniti,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tears for Fears,
Von Mondo,
Grey Daturas,
Brass Construction,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Japan,
The Standells,
Andrew Hill,
The Gap Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Certain Ratio,
Bauhaus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Boz Scaggs,
Franke,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker,
The Barracudas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rufus Thomas,
John Foxx,
The Motions,
Pussy Galore,
Cybotron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Swans,
Lower 48,
The Real Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
Animal Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Terry,
Junior Murvin,
Surgeon,
Magazine,
Drexciya,
Amazonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barry Ungar,
Minnie Riperton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bronski Beat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul II Soul,
Au Pairs,
The Five Americans,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.