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 Uruguay and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the crunk 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The New Christs,
The Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Delta 5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Interpol,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Techniques,
Massinfluence,
OOIOO,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Howard Jones,
Warsaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Freddie Wadling,
Agent Orange,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grauzone,
Das Ding,
Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Los Fastidios,
The Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quando Quango,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yellowson,
Can,
Monks,
The Evens,
Ohio Players,
In Retrospect,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
R.M.O.,
Duran Duran,
Godley & Creme,
Letta Mbulu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gerry Rafferty,
Procol Harum,
The Victims,
ABC,
K-Klass,
John Holt,
Tim Buckley,
Goldenarms,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.