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 Hungary and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Alison Limerick to the dance 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doors,
The American Breed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Byrd,
ABC,
The Zeros,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Associates,
Whodini,
The Velvet Underground,
Kevin Saunderson,
Massinfluence,
Lee Hazlewood,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultravox,
The Dead C,
Wasted Youth,
John Holt,
Dark Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Cluster,
Wire,
A Certain Ratio,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerri Chandler,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Lynne,
Donald Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
The Saints,
F. McDonald,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronan,
Aural Exciters,
Kayak,
The Last Poets,
Barry Ungar,
Visage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Niagra,
Tres Demented,
Fad Gadget,
Jandek,
The Dave Clark Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Panda Bear,
The Move,
Moss Icon,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.