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 Mexico and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Metal Thangz to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Christie,
Agent Orange,
Fear,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Red Krayola,
The Flesh Eaters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Chrome,
The Dirtbombs,
Audionom,
E-Dancer,
Sound Behaviour,
Idris Muhammad,
The Kinks,
Ronan,
The Martian,
Mark Hollis,
Shuggie Otis,
CMW,
Josef K,
Rosa Yemen,
Cybotron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül,
OOIOO,
Pole,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Smooth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Stooges,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Bourne,
Depeche Mode,
Yellowson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crime,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacob Miller,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül II,
Morten Harket,
Scan 7,
Kayak,
The Real Kids,
The New Christs,
The Zeros,
Popol Vuh,
The Happenings,
Bluetip,
Fluxion,
Lalann,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tres Demented,
Amazonics,
Funkadelic,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.