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 Angola and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Trumans Water to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Ten City,
Funky Four + One,
The Five Americans,
Accadde A,
Theoretical Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantaleimon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronnie Foster,
Roger Hodgson,
The Offenders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Danielle Patucci,
Zapp,
Mars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Swans,
The Toasters,
Al Stewart,
Sixth Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dead C,
The Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fat Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pretty Things,
Henry Cow,
The Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Intrusion,
Quadrant,
Eden Ahbez,
The New Christs,
Stetsasonic,
Motorama,
Interpol,
Lower 48,
Tom Boy,
Cybotron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tomorrow,
Monolake,
KRS-One,
the Human League,
Fela Kuti,
Young Marble Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronan,
The Gories,
Peter & Gordon,
New Order,
Mo-Dettes,
Faust,
Public Enemy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magma,
Absolute Body Control,
E-Dancer,
Blossom Toes,
This Heat,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.