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 Costa Rica and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tears for Fears to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Alice Coltrane,
Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Swell Maps,
Kerri Chandler,
Crooked Eye,
Man Parrish,
Nirvana,
Derrick Morgan,
Reagan Youth,
Skaos,
The New Christs,
New York Dolls,
Dark Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mandrill,
Whodini,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sugar Minott,
Accadde A,
the Sonics,
Urselle,
Smog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Almond,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kayak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
E-Dancer,
Severed Heads,
The Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
Scientists,
Letta Mbulu,
Angry Samoans,
Ultravox,
Model 500,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy Collins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aural Exciters,
B.T. Express,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Bananas,
Average White Band,
Adolescents,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fela Kuti,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Litter,
One Last Wish,
Neu!,
The Gap Band,
Youth Brigade,
Sun City Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
EPMD,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.