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 Seychelles and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Silicon Teens to the punk 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Wally Richardson,
Alice Coltrane,
Lungfish,
Derrick Morgan,
L. Decosne,
Jandek,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Sherman,
Metal Thangz,
Freddie Wadling,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Selecter,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blues Magoos,
Talk Talk,
Niagra,
Mantronix,
Jacob Miller,
Eddi Front,
Graham Central Station,
The Leaves,
Josef K,
Parry Music,
Porter Ricks,
Carl Craig,
Thee Headcoats,
Excepter,
The Count Five,
The Real Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Altered Images,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker,
The Buckinghams,
Goldenarms,
Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Buzzcocks,
Iggy Pop,
The Cowsills,
Basic Channel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultravox,
Radiopuhelimet,
Janne Schatter,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young,
Anakelly,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.