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 Kuwait and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Ponytail to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Wells,
Pole,
T. Rex,
Wire,
The Motions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Darondo,
Pulsallama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alice Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
The Dirtbombs,
Section 25,
Rites of Spring,
Bob Dylan,
Letta Mbulu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sandy B,
Steve Hackett,
Charles Mingus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Metal Thangz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Index,
Warsaw,
Moebius,
Laurel Aitken,
Talk Talk,
Technova,
Organ,
Soulsonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick May,
Shuggie Otis,
JFA,
Lakeside,
CMW,
David Axelrod,
Clear Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doors,
The Cowsills,
The Wake,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Cale,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arthur Verocai,
Sight & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Cameo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crime,
Henry Cow,
U.S. Maple,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.