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 Belarus and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grunge 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Copeland,
Loose Ends,
Q and Not U,
Donald Byrd,
Nirvana,
DJ Sneak,
Grey Daturas,
Icehouse,
OOIOO,
Stockholm Monsters,
Simply Red,
Scan 7,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Sherman,
Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
K-Klass,
Radiohead,
Main Source,
Easy Going,
The Angels of Light,
Sonic Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kurtis Blow,
Lungfish,
Cluster,
Juan Atkins,
John Foxx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moebius,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dead Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fall,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minutemen,
Marine Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Barracudas,
The Evens,
Soulsonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jandek,
Wolf Eyes,
The Techniques,
Connie Case,
Spoonie Gee,
Pere Ubu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ten City,
Howard Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter and Kerry,
Severed Heads,
Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.