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 Poland and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Monks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Desert Stars,
Panda Bear,
Das Ding,
The Real Kids,
The Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Wasted Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy Collins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Knickerbockers,
Colin Newman,
This Heat,
Throbbing Gristle,
The United States of America,
Lyres,
Sun City Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roger Hodgson,
Scion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
These Immortal Souls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mandrill,
Neu!,
Ohio Players,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker,
Livin' Joy,
Joyce Sims,
Arthur Verocai,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Brand Nubian,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Sheep,
Dennis Brown,
Liliput,
Funky Four + One,
Barry Ungar,
Bob Dylan,
Qualms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lakeside,
Minnie Riperton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick May,
Sparks,
The Slackers,
The Slits,
Basic Channel,
Gichy Dan,
Mr. Review,
The Gladiators,
Dual Sessions,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.