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 Moldova and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Man Eating Sloth to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul II Soul,
Oneida,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Names,
Graham Central Station,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Green,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Age Steppers,
Iggy Pop,
Mark Hollis,
New York Dolls,
Lucky Dragons,
Model 500,
Idris Muhammad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Golliwogs,
Brick,
The United States of America,
Erasure,
Chrome,
The Index,
The Velvet Underground,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacques Brel,
Yazoo,
Newcleus,
The Modern Lovers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Max Romeo,
Schoolly D,
Easy Going,
Bang On A Can,
Blancmange,
Todd Rundgren,
PIL,
Skriet,
Public Enemy,
Nik Kershaw,
Organ,
Audionom,
Darondo,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers,
Dave Gahan,
Joy Division,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Deadbeat,
Tommy Roe,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Carl Craig,
Soulsonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sound,
Black Pus,
Massinfluence,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.