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 Israel and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the rap 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Amon Düül,
Cecil Taylor,
Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Youth Brigade,
Harmonia,
The Last Poets,
Albert Ayler,
The Pretty Things,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shoche,
Morten Harket,
The Residents,
Radiohead,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ludus,
kango's stein massive,
The Star Department,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry's Kids,
Organ,
Duran Duran,
F. McDonald,
Maurizio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Walker Brothers,
Skarface,
Stiv Bators,
Rufus Thomas,
Zapp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Sherman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronnie Foster,
Urselle,
Panda Bear,
Lightning Bolt,
The Selecter,
Faraquet,
The Red Krayola,
The Fugs,
Donny Hathaway,
the Swans,
MDC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wire,
This Heat,
Gang of Four,
Desert Stars,
Derrick May,
Warsaw,
Deadbeat,
The Sound,
Outsiders,
Accadde A,
Johnny Clarke,
the Human League,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.