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 Haiti and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Wells,
The Angels of Light,
Cybotron,
Accadde A,
The Smiths,
The Pop Group,
Franke,
Sex Pistols,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun City Girls,
Maurizio,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Pus,
Niagra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scientists,
Ronnie Foster,
The Selecter,
The Divine Comedy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The J.B.'s,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Starr,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fluxion,
One Last Wish,
Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
X-102,
Terry Callier,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ituana,
Ultra Naté,
Skaos,
Sun Ra,
Slick Rick,
The Move,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fortunes,
Monolake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amazonics,
Q and Not U,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül,
L. Decosne,
The Names,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Loose Ends,
Stiv Bators,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.