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 the UAE and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 The Moody Blues to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Negative Approach,
Spoonie Gee,
The Durutti Column,
Soul II Soul,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rod Modell,
the Swans,
Cameo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
U.S. Maple,
KRS-One,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cramps,
The Vogues,
Pylon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Main Source,
Pere Ubu,
Thompson Twins,
Isaac Hayes,
Carl Craig,
The Dead C,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nik Kershaw,
Talk Talk,
Aloha Tigers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantytec,
Dawn Penn,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June Days,
Marmalade,
Joe Finger,
EPMD,
Moss Icon,
Roxette,
Von Mondo,
the Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker,
Erasure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ludus,
Ronnie Foster,
Silicon Teens,
Stetsasonic,
The New Christs,
Johnny Clarke,
The Velvet Underground,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra,
The Leaves,
The Fuzztones,
Mission of Burma,
Moby Grape,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.