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 Nepal and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Girls At Our Best! to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxy Music,
The Mummies,
Oneida,
Wasted Youth,
The American Breed,
Royal Trux,
The Pop Group,
The Fugs,
Flash Fearless,
Dawn Penn,
Alison Limerick,
The Litter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gladiators,
The Fall,
Technova,
Brothers Johnson,
The Buckinghams,
CMW,
Country Teasers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Duran Duran,
Audionom,
Alton Ellis,
Scan 7,
The Wake,
Bronski Beat,
10cc,
Rufus Thomas,
Davy DMX,
Symarip,
Pussy Galore,
David Axelrod,
Lindisfarne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tommy Roe,
Wings,
Shuggie Otis,
Brick,
Don Cherry,
In Retrospect,
Fluxion,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radio Birdman,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moody Blues,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy Collins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warsaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flamin' Groovies,
These Immortal Souls,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.