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 the UAE and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Holger Czukay 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 Radiohead to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
Liliput,
Kevin Saunderson,
The J.B.'s,
The Blues Magoos,
Buzzcocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Altered Images,
Pierre Henry,
Y Pants,
Little Man,
Albert Ayler,
Slave,
Cheater Slicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Livin' Joy,
Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
The Skatalites,
Unrelated Segments,
Ten City,
Reagan Youth,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The New Christs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxette,
Todd Terry,
H. Thieme,
These Immortal Souls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
E-Dancer,
Q65,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Alarm Clocks,
Section 25,
Mars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Moss Icon,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxy Music,
Lakeside,
Das Ding,
Radiopuhelimet,
Porter Ricks,
Cybotron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.