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 Mauritania and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
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 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 Gang Green to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Monks,
Dennis Brown,
The Doors,
Au Pairs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bronski Beat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barry Ungar,
The Offenders,
Bauhaus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alphaville,
Whodini,
John Foxx,
Marmalade,
Flash Fearless,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
LL Cool J,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maurizio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cecil Taylor,
Infiniti,
Brass Construction,
Smog,
John Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
The Index,
The Black Dice,
Arab on Radar,
Joey Negro,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Franke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suicide,
Model 500,
Lalann,
The Blackbyrds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Swans,
The Tremeloes,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
David Axelrod,
The Standells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mission of Burma,
The Red Krayola,
The Raincoats,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.