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 Botswana and from New York.
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 Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bauhaus to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
The Human League,
Motorama,
The Associates,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy Collins,
John Foxx,
Dual Sessions,
Malaria!,
Q and Not U,
Maleditus Sound,
The Offenders,
Organ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young,
Procol Harum,
Loose Ends,
Letta Mbulu,
Underground Resistance,
Infiniti,
Parry Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jandek,
Marine Girls,
Hoover,
The Gun Club,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pretty Things,
The Index,
Joyce Sims,
Max Romeo,
Junior Murvin,
The Fugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Holt,
the Association,
Tubeway Army,
Jacob Miller,
Hot Snakes,
Arab on Radar,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker,
Lyres,
Pole,
Country Teasers,
The Durutti Column,
The Searchers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry's Kids,
Tears for Fears,
Altered Images,
Morten Harket,
Circle Jerks,
Icehouse,
Sound Behaviour,
David Axelrod,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.