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 Korea North and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 The Barracudas to the punk 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese 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?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Supertramp,
48th St. Collective,
David Axelrod,
the Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Ohio Players,
PIL,
Susan Cadogan,
Cybotron,
Babytalk,
Maurizio,
The Cowsills,
The J.B.'s,
Trumans Water,
Anakelly,
The Busters,
Bronski Beat,
Joy Division,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lucky Dragons,
Can,
Gichy Dan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Au Pairs,
Rod Modell,
Moby Grape,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronan,
World's Most,
Derrick Morgan,
Circle Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Q65,
Absolute Body Control,
David McCallum,
Bluetip,
Wire,
the Normal,
Delta 5,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neu!,
Magazine,
Scientists,
Tommy Roe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sonics,
The Saints,
K-Klass,
Joe Finger,
T. Rex,
Cymande,
Pagans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Michelle Simonal,
Pierre Henry,
Sarah Menescal,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.