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 Burundi and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 June of 44 to the grime 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Tom Boy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sugar Minott,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed,
Newcleus,
Skarface,
Deadbeat,
Blancmange,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Steve Hackett,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blackbyrds,
Outsiders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Severed Heads,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Association,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pop Group,
Robert Görl,
Eden Ahbez,
Tubeway Army,
Model 500,
Chris & Cosey,
10cc,
Alice Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fear,
Derrick May,
The Move,
Nirvana,
The Monochrome Set,
The Neon Judgement,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sound,
Rekid,
Yellowson,
Leonard Cohen,
The Offenders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Max Romeo,
Theoretical Girls,
Magazine,
Howard Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Modern Lovers,
Blake Baxter,
Lucky Dragons,
Minutemen,
Ossler,
Half Japanese,
David Bowie,
Pussy Galore,
Arthur Verocai,
Scratch Acid,
Anakelly,
The Durutti Column,
Lalann,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.