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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantytec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arab on Radar,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABBA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wings,
Urselle,
Hasil Adkins,
Scion,
Roger Hodgson,
Clear Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nico,
Brass Construction,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Second Layer,
The Evens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Angels of Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Joe Finger,
Iggy Pop,
Liliput,
Eli Mardock,
Yaz,
Scientists,
Sight & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quantec,
Pierre Henry,
Mars,
The Barracudas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Terry,
Franke,
Camouflage,
Bobby Womack,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Offenders,
Pole,
Rotary Connection,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fugs,
China Crisis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Trojans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Japan,
Rod Modell,
Skarface,
Gichy Dan,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.