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 Guyana and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 The Mummies to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
The Count Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Bluetip,
Sex Pistols,
Don Cherry,
Unrelated Segments,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Sneak,
Shuggie Otis,
Warsaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-101,
Jandek,
The Misunderstood,
a-ha,
Minnie Riperton,
Lyres,
Alton Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glenn Branca,
Accadde A,
Barry Ungar,
The Fugs,
Blancmange,
Radiohead,
The Last Poets,
Marine Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moleskins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dirtbombs,
Sugar Minott,
The Blues Magoos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tres Demented,
Derrick May,
Sly & The Family Stone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Saccharine Trust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Age Steppers,
Althea and Donna,
Icehouse,
Lakeside,
Section 25,
Skaos,
Goldenarms,
The Cure,
Matthew Halsall,
Little Man,
Surgeon,
Byron Stingily,
John Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.