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 Bolivia and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Ponytail to the punk 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Music Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Danielle Patucci,
Whodini,
Tears for Fears,
Little Man,
Main Source,
Soul II Soul,
The Move,
Oblivians,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Khruangbin,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brass Construction,
Harmonia,
Leonard Cohen,
Yazoo,
Supertramp,
Mission of Burma,
Fluxion,
Bizarre Inc.,
These Immortal Souls,
John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Brothers Johnson,
Wolf Eyes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crime,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siglo XX,
New York Dolls,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ohio Players,
8 Eyed Spy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tim Buckley,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Dolphy,
the Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
The Gap Band,
Warsaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
Toni Rubio,
Rapeman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Womack,
Agitation Free,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.