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 Turkmenistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Make Up to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reuben Wilson,
Make Up,
Pussy Galore,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul II Soul,
The Martian,
Marc Almond,
Eric Copeland,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mars,
Altered Images,
Au Pairs,
L. Decosne,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Morten Harket,
Mantronix,
Agent Orange,
The Tremeloes,
Stiv Bators,
Joyce Sims,
Infiniti,
Josef K,
Archie Shepp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Smooth,
Ituana,
Letta Mbulu,
Roger Hodgson,
F. McDonald,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Rundgren,
Harpers Bizarre,
Khruangbin,
Clear Light,
Rapeman,
The Sonics,
Crime,
Das Ding,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Germs,
The Young Rascals,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Yusef Lateef,
Nico,
EPMD,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Christie,
Darondo,
Avey Tare,
June Days,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fugs,
The Dirtbombs,
Monks,
Interpol,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.