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 Qatar and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Moby Grape 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Rekid,
Blancmange,
Minor Threat,
The United States of America,
Mantronix,
Outsiders,
Maurizio,
Joensuu 1685,
Quantec,
Average White Band,
Massinfluence,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Thee Headcoats,
Byron Stingily,
Cybotron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mark Hollis,
The Gun Club,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yusef Lateef,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Clarke,
Fluxion,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pylon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Colin Newman,
Rotary Connection,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Near,
Camberwell Now,
Archie Shepp,
Malaria!,
New York Dolls,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Starr,
Cymande,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Kurtis Blow,
Amazonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Litter,
The Fugs,
Scientists,
The Mummies,
Black Bananas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
World's Most,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Residents,
Amon Düül,
Organ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.