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 Ecuador and from London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Human League to the electroclash 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
New Order,
Thee Headcoats,
Drexciya,
Byron Stingily,
Brick,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
Babytalk,
Flash Fearless,
Zero Boys,
Swell Maps,
Skaos,
John Holt,
The Happenings,
Fat Boys,
a-ha,
Shuggie Otis,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Hill,
New Age Steppers,
David Axelrod,
Pantaleimon,
Monolake,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smiths,
Camberwell Now,
Agitation Free,
The Offenders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Green,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barbara Tucker,
Maleditus Sound,
The Skatalites,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monks,
Ultra Naté,
Absolute Body Control,
Alton Ellis,
Little Man,
Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
The Neon Judgement,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Sherman,
Davy DMX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Bourne,
The Victims,
Moebius,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.