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 Bolivia and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Graham Central Station to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Wasted Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Lynne,
One Last Wish,
Essential Logic,
The Five Americans,
Silicon Teens,
John Holt,
Althea and Donna,
Buzzcocks,
Motorama,
L. Decosne,
Mo-Dettes,
Camberwell Now,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fire Engines,
June Days,
Scratch Acid,
Gabor Szabo,
Kaleidoscope,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bluetip,
Dark Day,
Chris Corsano,
Scrapy,
The Cramps,
Mantronix,
Kayak,
10cc,
Dennis Brown,
The Music Machine,
Rekid,
Boz Scaggs,
Pierre Henry,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Offenders,
Gichy Dan,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul II Soul,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sandy B,
Marmalade,
Mark Hollis,
ABC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonic Youth,
Qualms,
Ten City,
H. Thieme,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.