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 Manchester.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Zero Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Swell Maps,
the Association,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flash Fearless,
Erasure,
Interpol,
Lalann,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chrome,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Christie,
Soft Machine,
the Swans,
The Leaves,
The Music Machine,
Panda Bear,
The Blues Magoos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Banda Bassotti,
Ponytail,
E-Dancer,
Magma,
Sonic Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blackbyrds,
Lyres,
Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
Jerry's Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Stooges,
David McCallum,
Joy Division,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Raincoats,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flipper,
Gong,
Ultra Naté,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Normal,
The Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
Iggy Pop,
Monolake,
Sun City Girls,
The Skatalites,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.