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 Malta and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yaz to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Delta 5,
Cal Tjader,
The Skatalites,
the Association,
ABC,
Peter & Gordon,
Erykah Badu,
Parry Music,
The Victims,
Joy Division,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
10cc,
Liliput,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Rotary Connection,
Zapp,
Masters at Work,
Agent Orange,
Deadbeat,
Electric Prunes,
X-101,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crooked Eye,
Skaos,
Minor Threat,
Yaz,
AZ,
The Cramps,
Mars,
The Barracudas,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy Collins,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Oblivians,
Absolute Body Control,
Pussy Galore,
Moby Grape,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerri Chandler,
Rakim,
Derrick May,
Throbbing Gristle,
Half Japanese,
The Searchers,
Todd Rundgren,
Gong,
The Gap Band,
Alison Limerick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gun Club,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.