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 Vanuatu and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Scott Walker to the electroclash 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Livin' Joy,
The Seeds,
Guru Guru,
ABBA,
Alice Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
The Gladiators,
Sexual Harrassment,
Youth Brigade,
Brothers Johnson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shoche,
Glambeats Corp.,
Franke,
The Techniques,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bluetip,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker,
Duran Duran,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aswad,
Faraquet,
Von Mondo,
The Blues Magoos,
Marmalade,
Buzzcocks,
Index,
Pere Ubu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Bananas,
T.S.O.L.,
Ossler,
Scratch Acid,
Aaron Thompson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boredoms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Wings,
Ronan,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Happenings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Prince Buster,
the Bar-Kays,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moss Icon,
Graham Central Station,
Dennis Brown,
In Retrospect,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.