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 Liberia 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Visage to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warren Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Basic Channel,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gories,
The Fugs,
Andrew Hill,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
Swell Maps,
F. McDonald,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Tremeloes,
Angry Samoans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Machine,
MC5,
Yusef Lateef,
Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker,
Marcia Griffiths,
48th St. Collective,
Y Pants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Byrd,
Drexciya,
Nirvana,
Fluxion,
Minnie Riperton,
Clear Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Nico,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Style,
Don Cherry,
Lyres,
Steve Hackett,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reagan Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alton Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Max Romeo,
Main Source,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pierre Henry,
Echospace,
the Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tubeway Army,
Davy DMX,
Q65,
Robert Wyatt,
Make Up,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.