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 Macedonia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Procol Harum to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lakeside,
The Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Supertramp,
Stereo Dub,
Blake Baxter,
Lucky Dragons,
Scratch Acid,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deadbeat,
Man Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Hood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ohio Players,
Joyce Sims,
Hot Snakes,
Q and Not U,
The Smiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
Patti Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Circle Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Lou Christie,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Althea and Donna,
Spandau Ballet,
Boredoms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Isaac Hayes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Modern Lovers,
Arcadia,
The Beau Brummels,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wally Richardson,
Marine Girls,
JFA,
Sister Nancy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harry Pussy,
The Blues Magoos,
The American Breed,
Spoonie Gee,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Bananas,
The Selecter,
The Divine Comedy,
Faraquet,
Television Personalities,
The Durutti Column,
MDC,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.