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 Cyprus and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Monks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
New Order,
Derrick May,
Mad Mike,
Lucky Dragons,
Trumans Water,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
Groovy Waters,
Motorama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drexciya,
Archie Shepp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bob Dylan,
Malaria!,
Magazine,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris & Cosey,
Skaos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ludus,
Morten Harket,
Barrington Levy,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris Corsano,
Silicon Teens,
Tres Demented,
Junior Murvin,
Minny Pops,
The Smoke,
Chrome,
Talk Talk,
The Star Department,
Stetsasonic,
Accadde A,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Swans,
Todd Terry,
OOIOO,
Bobby Sherman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quantec,
Sight & Sound,
Inner City,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monolake,
Wasted Youth,
MDC,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sam Rivers,
The Birthday Party,
John Lydon,
The Golliwogs,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.