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 Togo and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Inner City,
The Trojans,
The Young Rascals,
Wolf Eyes,
Bad Manners,
Vladislav Delay,
Silicon Teens,
Kool Moe Dee,
Metal Thangz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxette,
Barrington Levy,
Clear Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television,
Blancmange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ponytail,
Country Teasers,
Rakim,
Agitation Free,
Drexciya,
Bush Tetras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camberwell Now,
Niagra,
Skriet,
Roger Hodgson,
Infiniti,
Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
DJ Style,
Faraquet,
Pulsallama,
Marc Almond,
Aural Exciters,
Iggy Pop,
Second Layer,
Eden Ahbez,
PIL,
Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James Chance & The Contortions,
Al Stewart,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Terry,
a-ha,
The Stooges,
Brass Construction,
Prince Buster,
The Walker Brothers,
Anakelly,
Judy Mowatt,
Funkadelic,
Fugazi,
Icehouse,
Boz Scaggs,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.