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 New Zealand 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Janne Schatter to the disco 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Fall,
Todd Rundgren,
Sound Behaviour,
Yazoo,
Arcadia,
Fatback Band,
Joe Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Lakeside,
The Happenings,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sound,
New Order,
Radiohead,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rites of Spring,
Spoonie Gee,
Thompson Twins,
This Heat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Los Fastidios,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siglo XX,
In Retrospect,
JFA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Near,
Second Layer,
Underground Resistance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Charles Mingus,
The Smiths,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cluster,
Desert Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dead C,
Morten Harket,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maurizio,
Bobby Sherman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dawn Penn,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Hill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Tremeloes,
John Foxx,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Sneak,
cv313,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Misunderstood,
Laurel Aitken,
The Human League,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.