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 Mauritania and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Henry Cow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Terry Callier,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scratch Acid,
Warren Ellis,
Skaos,
Funky Four + One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blancmange,
The Evens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flipper,
Barbara Tucker,
Prince Buster,
Mars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sandy B,
Organ,
Robert Görl,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rapeman,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Section 25,
Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Machine,
Gang Starr,
Kaleidoscope,
Howard Jones,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donny Hathaway,
Von Mondo,
The Residents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
10cc,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang On A Can,
Black Flag,
Circle Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Todd Terry,
Hasil Adkins,
Jandek,
the Fania All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
Eurythmics,
Dawn Penn,
Drexciya,
Youth Brigade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quando Quango,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.