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 Gabon and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Sex Pistols to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül,
Barbara Tucker,
Mandrill,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultra Naté,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pierre Henry,
Tommy Roe,
Index,
Dead Boys,
The Music Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Rundgren,
The Victims,
New Order,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mojo Men,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dawn Penn,
Cluster,
ABC,
Ronan,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul II Soul,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Walker Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick May,
The Martian,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cowsills,
Piero Umiliani,
Bob Dylan,
Moss Icon,
Young Marble Giants,
Basic Channel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eli Mardock,
The Kinks,
The Mummies,
Ronnie Foster,
Angry Samoans,
Alphaville,
Oneida,
Black Moon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kurtis Blow,
Marine Girls,
Liliput,
The Misunderstood,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Christie,
Minny Pops,
Von Mondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moleskins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonic Youth,
Goldenarms,
The Toasters,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.