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 Syria and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
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 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 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 Gap Band to the funk 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
Sister Nancy,
Visage,
The Durutti Column,
The Monks,
Bang On A Can,
Mission of Burma,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Panda Bear,
Black Flag,
Suburban Knight,
Supertramp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The United States of America,
Lou Christie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter and Kerry,
Nico,
Rites of Spring,
Section 25,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zapp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Near,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thee Headcoats,
the Bar-Kays,
Reuben Wilson,
The Saints,
Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
Susan Cadogan,
Ornette Coleman,
Roger Hodgson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brand Nubian,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T.S.O.L.,
Television,
Isaac Hayes,
The Index,
Negative Approach,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magazine,
Prince Buster,
L. Decosne,
LL Cool J,
Neu!,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fortunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Simply Red,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.