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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smoke,
Stiv Bators,
the Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yaz,
John Foxx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cymande,
Ronan,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Excepter,
Yellowson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantytec,
The Gories,
The Moody Blues,
The Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
The Happenings,
Kayak,
Pagans,
Newcleus,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pere Ubu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young,
ABBA,
Country Teasers,
Lalann,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Idris Muhammad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Darondo,
Monolake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang of Four,
Mission of Burma,
Tom Boy,
Maurizio,
Harmonia,
The Litter,
The Walker Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Crime,
The Pop Group,
D'Angelo,
Leonard Cohen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neu!,
The American Breed,
Rakim,
Gang Starr,
The Gladiators,
Interpol,
Liliput,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.