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 Barbados and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pet Shop Boys to the grime 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Ultimate Spinach,
Young Marble Giants,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blues Magoos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monks,
DJ Style,
The Busters,
Arcadia,
Johnny Clarke,
The Grass Roots,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dave Gahan,
Tim Buckley,
MC5,
Iggy Pop,
Basic Channel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Darondo,
The Fall,
Reagan Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick Morgan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alphaville,
Tubeway Army,
Adolescents,
Alton Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Angry Samoans,
Sonic Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harmonia,
Minor Threat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantytec,
Unwound,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris Corsano,
JFA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mojo Men,
Max Romeo,
Janne Schatter,
Alison Limerick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lakeside,
Laurel Aitken,
Model 500,
Section 25,
T. Rex,
Babytalk,
Sex Pistols,
The Fortunes,
Roxette,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.