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 Grenada and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the grunge 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Rotary Connection,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Theoretical Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Colin Newman,
Dorothy Ashby,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wally Richardson,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Sherman,
Minor Threat,
Ultra Naté,
Darondo,
Hoover,
the Bar-Kays,
Sixth Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
In Retrospect,
10cc,
Minnie Riperton,
The Tremeloes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
the Fania All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Tim Buckley,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skarface,
The Misunderstood,
Sonic Youth,
Alphaville,
Bluetip,
Malaria!,
Sam Rivers,
Fat Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
The Leaves,
Maleditus Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mantronix,
The Barracudas,
The United States of America,
Freddie Wadling,
Whodini,
D'Angelo,
X-Ray Spex,
Iggy Pop,
Anthony Braxton,
Franke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Rundgren,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Loose Ends,
Tears for Fears,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.