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 Portugal and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Heaven 17,
Clear Light,
ABC,
Parry Music,
Ultravox,
Yazoo,
Excepter,
The Kinks,
Niagra,
Marine Girls,
the Sonics,
Moebius,
Rekid,
The Doors,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Half Japanese,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Teasers,
Jimmy McGriff,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television Personalities,
In Retrospect,
The Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Womack,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dawn Penn,
Iggy Pop,
Crash Course in Science,
Blossom Toes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Babytalk,
Accadde A,
Oblivians,
Agitation Free,
Chrome,
Average White Band,
Todd Terry,
Negative Approach,
Smog,
Nik Kershaw,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronan,
Skarface,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fatback Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Q and Not U,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Standells,
Agent Orange,
The Durutti Column,
Essential Logic,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.