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 Cape Verde and from Edmonton.
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 Sao Paulo and London.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gong to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
the Human League,
Duran Duran,
the Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
a-ha,
Altered Images,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantaleimon,
Anthony Braxton,
Flipper,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Procol Harum,
Eli Mardock,
Rakim,
Black Pus,
Junior Murvin,
Black Moon,
Rapeman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABBA,
Lower 48,
Ken Boothe,
Technova,
The Raincoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pagans,
David McCallum,
Neil Young,
Pole,
Vladislav Delay,
Joensuu 1685,
Bush Tetras,
Camberwell Now,
Moby Grape,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Motions,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Womack,
Albert Ayler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Danielle Patucci,
The Busters,
The Residents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alphaville,
Fat Boys,
Schoolly D,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Image Ltd.,
48th St. Collective,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.