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 Bulgaria and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Von Mondo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Litter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skarface,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sugar Minott,
Subhumans,
Eric Copeland,
Sonic Youth,
Chrome,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Halsall,
Erykah Badu,
Tommy Roe,
Supertramp,
Joyce Sims,
Visage,
Marc Almond,
MC5,
The Toasters,
Cymande,
Joey Negro,
Guru Guru,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Can,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare,
D'Angelo,
Slick Rick,
Drexciya,
The Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moody Blues,
Nico,
Gabor Szabo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fat Boys,
Lower 48,
Eden Ahbez,
Fad Gadget,
Kas Product,
Todd Terry,
The Young Rascals,
Ronnie Foster,
Girls At Our Best!,
MDC,
Trumans Water,
The Velvet Underground,
Zero Boys,
the Human League,
OOIOO,
The Red Krayola,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalann,
The Barracudas,
Wally Richardson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crime,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.