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 Barbados and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lower 48 to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Talk Talk,
Letta Mbulu,
Ohio Players,
The Music Machine,
The Real Kids,
Harmonia,
Minutemen,
Joyce Sims,
Henry Cow,
Schoolly D,
Angry Samoans,
Fad Gadget,
Bluetip,
Desert Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smiths,
Susan Cadogan,
Deadbeat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Red Krayola,
The Gories,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mandrill,
The Litter,
The Seeds,
Nico,
Pylon,
Whodini,
Fear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gregory Isaacs,
Los Fastidios,
Swell Maps,
Infiniti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kenny Larkin,
Barbara Tucker,
Boz Scaggs,
Ludus,
The Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Rundgren,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Parrish,
June Days,
Deakin,
Andrew Hill,
Clear Light,
Scan 7,
Kayak,
The Zeros,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Angels of Light,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dave Clark Five,
Circle Jerks,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.