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 Tuvalu and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fear to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Excepter,
Supertramp,
Ohio Players,
Blossom Toes,
Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Anthony Braxton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Oneida,
Carl Craig,
Accadde A,
Roxy Music,
Michelle Simonal,
Groovy Waters,
The Slackers,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Leonard Cohen,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonic Youth,
The Black Dice,
The Motions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Lynne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Audionom,
Sound Behaviour,
Bronski Beat,
Los Fastidios,
Lightning Bolt,
Scrapy,
Symarip,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Starr,
Warsaw,
Television,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erasure,
Wings,
Sixth Finger,
Yellowson,
Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zero Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quando Quango,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Bowie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.