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 Nepal and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Association to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The Stooges,
Fad Gadget,
Vainqueur,
The Alarm Clocks,
Youth Brigade,
The J.B.'s,
Nirvana,
The Modern Lovers,
The Black Dice,
Young Marble Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flash Fearless,
Y Pants,
Eli Mardock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crooked Eye,
Alison Limerick,
Tom Boy,
Patti Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Essential Logic,
D'Angelo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blake Baxter,
The Searchers,
La Düsseldorf,
Skarface,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sonics,
Model 500,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cramps,
MDC,
Royal Trux,
X-101,
Motorama,
Godley & Creme,
The Monochrome Set,
Ronnie Foster,
Erasure,
ABC,
Leonard Cohen,
Section 25,
Malaria!,
Swell Maps,
Soft Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aural Exciters,
Fat Boys,
Underground Resistance,
the Slits,
Roxy Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Bowie,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agitation Free,
Lou Christie,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.