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 Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 John Holt to the techno 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Yazoo,
Porter Ricks,
Barbara Tucker,
Wolf Eyes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Durutti Column,
The Dave Clark Five,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Bourne,
John Lydon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fluxion,
One Last Wish,
Agitation Free,
The Five Americans,
Nico,
Barclay James Harvest,
Desert Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers,
Michelle Simonal,
Brand Nubian,
The Evens,
The Residents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Make Up,
The Young Rascals,
Schoolly D,
Morten Harket,
The Happenings,
The Pretty Things,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry's Kids,
Heaven 17,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacob Miller,
X-102,
Rufus Thomas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Second Layer,
The Zeros,
Kaleidoscope,
June of 44,
The Stooges,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harmonia,
Silicon Teens,
Delta 5,
Cecil Taylor,
Joy Division,
Intrusion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cowsills,
Faust,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.