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 Italy and from London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 The American Breed to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Human League,
Blake Baxter,
The Walker Brothers,
Oblivians,
The Young Rascals,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
Skriet,
Wings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Japan,
Guru Guru,
Whodini,
Audionom,
John Lydon,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
CMW,
The Associates,
Vladislav Delay,
Pole,
The Gap Band,
X-101,
Joe Finger,
Boredoms,
Underground Resistance,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalann,
Radiohead,
X-102,
Bobby Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Busters,
Amon Düül,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Symarip,
Spoonie Gee,
Duran Duran,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arab on Radar,
Mars,
Scott Walker,
EPMD,
Toni Rubio,
Ornette Coleman,
Donald Byrd,
Yellowson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lightning Bolt,
Oneida,
Lou Christie,
Cameo,
The Searchers,
Robert Hood,
Siglo XX,
Jeru the Damaja,
David McCallum,
Patti Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Skaos,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.