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 the UAE and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Lakeside,
Theoretical Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arcadia,
Gang Gang Dance,
Porter Ricks,
Kas Product,
Tommy Roe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sugar Minott,
Soul II Soul,
Clear Light,
The Misunderstood,
Swell Maps,
Surgeon,
The Remains,
The Happenings,
John Lydon,
Radio Birdman,
Jawbox,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Saccharine Trust,
Isaac Hayes,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantaleimon,
The Angels of Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Howard Jones,
Technova,
Crash Course in Science,
La Düsseldorf,
Japan,
X-102,
Blancmange,
Moebius,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Red Krayola,
The Leaves,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terry Callier,
Bluetip,
Hasil Adkins,
Yellowson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blake Baxter,
Harry Pussy,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Motorama,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Neon Judgement,
F. McDonald,
Infiniti,
The Beau Brummels,
Lower 48,
Dennis Brown,
DNA,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.