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 Montenegro and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mark Hollis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young,
Flash Fearless,
Flipper,
The Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tom Boy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Darondo,
The Fortunes,
Charles Mingus,
U.S. Maple,
Shoche,
Brothers Johnson,
Absolute Body Control,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Los Fastidios,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Hill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Junior Murvin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Bar-Kays,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
In Retrospect,
Blancmange,
Ossler,
The Remains,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Deadbeat,
Yazoo,
Bang On A Can,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scientists,
Second Layer,
The Beau Brummels,
John Lydon,
Cecil Taylor,
Kayak,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aaron Thompson,
Little Man,
The New Christs,
Nik Kershaw,
Drexciya,
Grey Daturas,
Moby Grape,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.