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 Korea South 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Das Ding to the electroclash 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Wally Richardson,
Ultra Naté,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Niagra,
Altered Images,
Man Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry's Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Severed Heads,
Wire,
Subhumans,
Scratch Acid,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flipper,
Arthur Verocai,
Groovy Waters,
Half Japanese,
Metal Thangz,
Reagan Youth,
The Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
Ten City,
Slick Rick,
Steve Hackett,
Glambeats Corp.,
T. Rex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Trojans,
The Invisible,
Surgeon,
The Music Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Talk Talk,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Vogues,
John Foxx,
Cecil Taylor,
The Selecter,
Flash Fearless,
Kerri Chandler,
Essential Logic,
Mantronix,
Judy Mowatt,
Thee Headcoats,
The Star Department,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shoche,
David Bowie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anakelly,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sonics,
Lakeside,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Toni Rubio,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.