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 St Lucia and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Theoretical Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Wasted Youth,
The Barracudas,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Almond,
Pylon,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monochrome Set,
Half Japanese,
Drive Like Jehu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alison Limerick,
The Selecter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jandek,
Faust,
Scott Walker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Last Poets,
Talk Talk,
New York Dolls,
Negative Approach,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ossler,
Pierre Henry,
The Music Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lyres,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doors,
Public Enemy,
Camouflage,
LL Cool J,
R.M.O.,
Spoonie Gee,
New Age Steppers,
The Fall,
Max Romeo,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Invisible,
cv313,
Intrusion,
Pantytec,
Tubeway Army,
Newcleus,
Unwound,
John Lydon,
Drexciya,
Aswad,
DJ Style,
The United States of America,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
Mo-Dettes,
Funky Four + One,
David Bowie,
Motorama,
The Happenings,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.