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 Luxembourg and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 PIL to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chrome,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kurtis Blow,
Severed Heads,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suburban Knight,
Black Flag,
Arthur Verocai,
Lyres,
Neil Young,
Babytalk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faust,
The Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Aloha Tigers,
John Lydon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Slits,
The Cramps,
Joyce Sims,
Rites of Spring,
Stetsasonic,
the Bar-Kays,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blancmange,
Grauzone,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
Joy Division,
The Modern Lovers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
Erasure,
Harmonia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Lynne,
Maurizio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lucky Dragons,
Tres Demented,
Visage,
Quando Quango,
F. McDonald,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sällskapet,
T. Rex,
Unrelated Segments,
Technova,
Radiohead,
The Trojans,
Mantronix,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.