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 Iceland and from London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Minnie Riperton to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Martian,
Kenny Larkin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Max Romeo,
Idris Muhammad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pagans,
The Young Rascals,
Minnie Riperton,
Steve Hackett,
Godley & Creme,
Franke,
The Sonics,
Bill Near,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alison Limerick,
Flash Fearless,
Fluxion,
Arcadia,
Peter and Kerry,
The Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Young Marble Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
Don Cherry,
The Cowsills,
Aloha Tigers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Main Source,
D'Angelo,
The Divine Comedy,
Vladislav Delay,
Rotary Connection,
The Index,
The Vogues,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Move,
Erykah Badu,
The Kinks,
World's Most,
Rod Modell,
Pylon,
Laurel Aitken,
The Real Kids,
Cluster,
Unrelated Segments,
The Shadows of Knight,
Subhumans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gong,
Juan Atkins,
Albert Ayler,
Shuggie Otis,
Neu!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Tremeloes,
Rekid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.