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 Croatia and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 The Smoke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Fear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Basic Channel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Fraelich,
The Detroit Cobras,
Piero Umiliani,
Young Marble Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pere Ubu,
Ossler,
The Gladiators,
Brass Construction,
David Bowie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Happenings,
Sight & Sound,
Sällskapet,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Hill,
Kayak,
Todd Terry,
The Pop Group,
Bill Near,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Star Department,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Clear Light,
Whodini,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dave Gahan,
A Certain Ratio,
Fat Boys,
Surgeon,
Scan 7,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Womack,
Sound Behaviour,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Charles Mingus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dirtbombs,
Scion,
Terry Callier,
Parry Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Scientists,
The Barracudas,
Pole,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Banda Bassotti,
Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Hot Snakes,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.