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 France and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Eden Ahbez to the punk 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Crime,
Eddi Front,
Angry Samoans,
Procol Harum,
Scientists,
X-101,
Sun Ra,
Gang of Four,
June of 44,
Magma,
The Invisible,
LL Cool J,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Goldenarms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rod Modell,
Niagra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Circle Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
Mantronix,
10cc,
Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Don Cherry,
Minnie Riperton,
The New Christs,
The Count Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Swans,
Roxy Music,
Joe Finger,
MDC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bluetip,
kango's stein massive,
Cybotron,
the Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
Desert Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Aswad,
Mad Mike,
The Slackers,
The Searchers,
Talk Talk,
Mr. Review,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Sneak,
Fela Kuti,
Liliput,
Icehouse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alphaville,
Suburban Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerri Chandler,
Eurythmics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.