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 Egypt and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Robert Wyatt to the jazz 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Leaves,
The Zeros,
Cal Tjader,
Monolake,
The Red Krayola,
Fluxion,
Main Source,
Deepchord,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantaleimon,
Siglo XX,
Ultravox,
MC5,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shoche,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABC,
Boogie Down Productions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cymande,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blackbyrds,
David McCallum,
Skarface,
Faust,
Oneida,
Suburban Knight,
Dawn Penn,
The Sound,
Terry Callier,
John Cale,
Mr. Review,
Mary Jane Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick May,
Tres Demented,
Rites of Spring,
Royal Trux,
Public Enemy,
Erykah Badu,
The Stooges,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Procol Harum,
The J.B.'s,
Altered Images,
Bobby Byrd,
Intrusion,
Y Pants,
Echospace,
The Litter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fall,
Scion,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.