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 United Kingdom and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Slits to the dance 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare,
Piero Umiliani,
Godley & Creme,
Iggy Pop,
Black Flag,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mars,
L. Decosne,
The Remains,
Alphaville,
Q and Not U,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oneida,
The Evens,
The Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
DNA,
The Durutti Column,
Khruangbin,
Yazoo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alice Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blackbyrds,
Altered Images,
Talk Talk,
Connie Case,
Popol Vuh,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spandau Ballet,
Heaven 17,
The Black Dice,
Bad Manners,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tubeway Army,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Divine Comedy,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Wells,
The Skatalites,
Rod Modell,
ABBA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Technova,
Roger Hodgson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scion,
Swans,
Gong,
Oblivians,
Andrew Hill,
The Cowsills,
Darondo,
Steve Hackett,
Roxette,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.