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 Malta and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aural Exciters to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Real Kids,
Trumans Water,
Slave,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Motions,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Human League,
June of 44,
Pantaleimon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nico,
Parry Music,
10cc,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
David Bowie,
Davy DMX,
Main Source,
Skriet,
Maleditus Sound,
Moebius,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blossom Toes,
The Associates,
Morten Harket,
Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Al Stewart,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Eddi Front,
Con Funk Shun,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Knickerbockers,
Patti Smith,
Joe Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Quadrant,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
The Pretty Things,
Vainqueur,
LL Cool J,
Absolute Body Control,
48th St. Collective,
DNA,
Wasted Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lightning Bolt,
Don Cherry,
Urselle,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.