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 Lesotho 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
AZ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Arab on Radar,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mummies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scrapy,
Bill Wells,
Rosa Yemen,
Gabor Szabo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pere Ubu,
Royal Trux,
B.T. Express,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eve St. Jones,
Ice-T,
Minny Pops,
Parry Music,
Tears for Fears,
Connie Case,
Audionom,
Trumans Water,
Goldenarms,
E-Dancer,
The Martian,
Jerry's Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Outsiders,
Junior Murvin,
T.S.O.L.,
the Germs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Style,
Accadde A,
Camouflage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Human League,
Prince Buster,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Motions,
Maurizio,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hoover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
Interpol,
Underground Resistance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skaos,
Funky Four + One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
OOIOO,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.