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 Cyprus and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
DJ Style,
AZ,
Cecil Taylor,
Gregory Isaacs,
Trumans Water,
Interpol,
Sun City Girls,
Brass Construction,
Fela Kuti,
10cc,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dual Sessions,
Pylon,
The Pop Group,
The Standells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shoche,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crime,
Toni Rubio,
Iggy Pop,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacob Miller,
Erasure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Parry Music,
Deakin,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
Stiv Bators,
Drexciya,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul II Soul,
The Trojans,
Rod Modell,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Supertramp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-102,
Camouflage,
Livin' Joy,
Gichy Dan,
Little Man,
Saccharine Trust,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Parrish,
The Selecter,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spoonie Gee,
kango's stein massive,
The Slits,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.