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 Cameroon 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the disco 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Infiniti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fortunes,
Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Make Up,
Gang Starr,
Main Source,
Erasure,
F. McDonald,
K-Klass,
Jeru the Damaja,
Y Pants,
Alton Ellis,
Skarface,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Residents,
The Remains,
Chris & Cosey,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heaven 17,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Audionom,
KRS-One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Star Department,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zapp,
Marmalade,
Radio Birdman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
Barrington Levy,
Piero Umiliani,
June of 44,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David McCallum,
Barry Ungar,
Gang of Four,
Moebius,
Saccharine Trust,
the Association,
Japan,
Absolute Body Control,
cv313,
DJ Style,
Oneida,
Bronski Beat,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Lynne,
Goldenarms,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Index,
Amon Düül II,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Severed Heads,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.