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 Pakistan 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sixth Finger to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Mills,
Janne Schatter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
kango's stein massive,
Ossler,
One Last Wish,
The Fortunes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Remains,
Pulsallama,
Warren Ellis,
Kayak,
Bobby Sherman,
Von Mondo,
Brick,
The Fuzztones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blues Magoos,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rakim,
Fugazi,
the Soft Cell,
the Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Machine,
Prince Buster,
Drexciya,
Groovy Waters,
Quadrant,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gap Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Connie Case,
The Stooges,
Smog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erykah Badu,
Alton Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
Average White Band,
Glenn Branca,
Skriet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stereo Dub,
Sällskapet,
Ronan,
Soulsonic Force,
Minny Pops,
Sam Rivers,
Essential Logic,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Saints,
Mantronix,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.