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 Panama and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
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 synthesizer 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 Zero Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Roger Hodgson,
Nirvana,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Minor Threat,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Section 25,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tres Demented,
Electric Light Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Bill Near,
Franke,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed,
The Sonics,
Make Up,
Outsiders,
The Names,
Cymande,
Supertramp,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
UT,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
MC5,
E-Dancer,
Pantytec,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Easy Going,
Camouflage,
The Moody Blues,
Iggy Pop,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lungfish,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Copeland,
The Index,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Görl,
Von Mondo,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Lynne,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Groovy Waters,
The Count Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Model 500,
Minnie Riperton,
Dead Boys,
Bill Wells,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.