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 Columbus.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sun City Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Lungfish,
The Remains,
Flash Fearless,
Sun City Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Rod Modell,
Thee Headcoats,
Joey Negro,
Moby Grape,
The Cure,
Sparks,
Zapp,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Style,
Harmonia,
Black Sheep,
Von Mondo,
Althea and Donna,
Tears for Fears,
The Count Five,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Technova,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Easy Going,
Brand Nubian,
The United States of America,
Janne Schatter,
Gong,
China Crisis,
Wolf Eyes,
Lakeside,
Gang Green,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Ice-T,
Thompson Twins,
Alison Limerick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Five Americans,
Deepchord,
Funkadelic,
Cameo,
Black Pus,
Camberwell Now,
The Mojo Men,
The Vogues,
Model 500,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Howard Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
Sex Pistols,
Magma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Piero Umiliani,
Erasure,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick May,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.