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 Macedonia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Shoche to the dance 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Associates,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Loose Ends,
JFA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sugar Minott,
Accadde A,
Yazoo,
Todd Rundgren,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare,
Piero Umiliani,
Franke,
Peter & Gordon,
Dark Day,
Quantec,
UT,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Morten Harket,
Technova,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Womack,
Gichy Dan,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dave Gahan,
New Age Steppers,
Howard Jones,
John Foxx,
The Velvet Underground,
Sister Nancy,
Sound Behaviour,
Sixth Finger,
Moss Icon,
Gang Green,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Josef K,
EPMD,
L. Decosne,
Camberwell Now,
Trumans Water,
Symarip,
Angry Samoans,
Magma,
The Grass Roots,
Minnie Riperton,
Idris Muhammad,
Silicon Teens,
Darondo,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Bourne,
Yellowson,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.