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 Mozambique and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stetsasonic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Howard Jones,
Arab on Radar,
The Cramps,
Byron Stingily,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Silicon Teens,
Panda Bear,
The Zeros,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young,
Section 25,
The Toasters,
Camberwell Now,
the Sonics,
Au Pairs,
Simply Red,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABC,
Mark Hollis,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Swans,
John Foxx,
Boredoms,
Hot Snakes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moody Blues,
Lakeside,
Peter & Gordon,
FM Einheit,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Görl,
Ronnie Foster,
John Coltrane,
The Offenders,
K-Klass,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hasil Adkins,
a-ha,
The Slackers,
U.S. Maple,
The Fuzztones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yellowson,
Colin Newman,
Cluster,
Bad Manners,
The Smiths,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anakelly,
Thompson Twins,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.