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 Angola and from Mexico City.
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 Winnipeg and Bremen.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Erasure to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Oneida,
T.S.O.L.,
The Velvet Underground,
Talk Talk,
Mantronix,
Spandau Ballet,
the Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ten City,
Moebius,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mission of Burma,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Intrusion,
Kerri Chandler,
Neu!,
Graham Central Station,
Terry Callier,
Prince Buster,
Gang Starr,
Archie Shepp,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Bourne,
The Five Americans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Lynne,
The Zeros,
Rufus Thomas,
Livin' Joy,
cv313,
Funkadelic,
Yellowson,
The Saints,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Connie Case,
Hardrive,
The Doors,
The Fall,
Tim Buckley,
Lower 48,
Idris Muhammad,
Arab on Radar,
Sällskapet,
8 Eyed Spy,
PIL,
Japan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Invisible,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flipper,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Order,
a-ha,
Babytalk,
Camouflage,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.