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 Ireland and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Morten Harket to the funk 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Black Flag,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxy Music,
Bill Near,
Chrome,
Ponytail,
Kerrie Biddell,
Colin Newman,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mad Mike,
Infiniti,
Idris Muhammad,
Mark Hollis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris Corsano,
The Tremeloes,
T. Rex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blake Baxter,
Neu!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Swans,
Boredoms,
The Evens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Scientists,
Godley & Creme,
Pantaleimon,
Arthur Verocai,
Shoche,
Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slick Rick,
Qualms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Maleditus Sound,
Half Japanese,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dark Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
B.T. Express,
Sex Pistols,
Lower 48,
Minny Pops,
Outsiders,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blackbyrds,
The Index,
Section 25,
Bizarre Inc.,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Gang Dance,
MC5,
Eric Copeland,
John Foxx,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.