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 Slovenia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
The Buckinghams,
Barrington Levy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yusef Lateef,
The Invisible,
Main Source,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Severed Heads,
Don Cherry,
Ossler,
Crime,
Y Pants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scrapy,
Skarface,
Rapeman,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mad Mike,
Chrome,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
Ronnie Foster,
Eddi Front,
Graham Central Station,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gichy Dan,
Janne Schatter,
The Kinks,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick May,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Max Romeo,
Guru Guru,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxy Music,
Country Teasers,
Clear Light,
ABC,
Cecil Taylor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sällskapet,
The Tremeloes,
Pantaleimon,
New York Dolls,
the Sonics,
Babytalk,
Gong,
Deakin,
Half Japanese,
The Golliwogs,
Agent Orange,
Letta Mbulu,
Quadrant,
Porter Ricks,
Ronan,
Agitation Free,
Los Fastidios,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.