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 East Timor and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tomorrow to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Eddi Front,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
Vainqueur,
Susan Cadogan,
Barbara Tucker,
Cymande,
Flash Fearless,
Kerri Chandler,
K-Klass,
Black Flag,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Thompson Twins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bluetip,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Copeland,
The Fuzztones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
China Crisis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Prince Buster,
Alison Limerick,
Khruangbin,
T. Rex,
Mark Hollis,
The Standells,
Youth Brigade,
Tears for Fears,
X-102,
The American Breed,
Essential Logic,
Brand Nubian,
U.S. Maple,
Country Teasers,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Halsall,
Los Fastidios,
The Litter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Howard Jones,
Q and Not U,
Laurel Aitken,
One Last Wish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television Personalities,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.