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 Saudi Arabia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
Zero Boys,
Television,
The Happenings,
L. Decosne,
This Heat,
Livin' Joy,
Dawn Penn,
Ken Boothe,
Hashim,
The Names,
Swans,
Ultra Naté,
Trumans Water,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moss Icon,
Kayak,
PIL,
John Lydon,
48th St. Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sister Nancy,
CMW,
Absolute Body Control,
Infiniti,
Mantronix,
World's Most,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun City Girls,
The Gladiators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiohead,
Mandrill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sonics,
Henry Cow,
The Monks,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The American Breed,
Aural Exciters,
Sam Rivers,
The Smiths,
Graham Central Station,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Dolphy,
Supertramp,
KRS-One,
Stetsasonic,
Saccharine Trust,
Arab on Radar,
Sound Behaviour,
Reagan Youth,
Cymande,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Byrd,
Erasure,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.