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 Greece and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Cure to the punk 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bluetip,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cal Tjader,
Los Fastidios,
Henry Cow,
Procol Harum,
Erykah Badu,
Joensuu 1685,
Popol Vuh,
Agent Orange,
Lucky Dragons,
The Red Krayola,
David Axelrod,
The Kinks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gong,
The Index,
Theoretical Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Stereo Dub,
PIL,
Juan Atkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rakim,
Skaos,
Little Man,
MDC,
Iggy Pop,
Davy DMX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Evens,
Excepter,
Suicide,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Clarke,
Ohio Players,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick May,
Letta Mbulu,
ABBA,
Jeff Lynne,
Sister Nancy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suburban Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Half Japanese,
Dawn Penn,
Crash Course in Science,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Max Romeo,
cv313,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang of Four,
Monolake,
Judy Mowatt,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.