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 Afghanistan and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Bobby Byrd,
Babytalk,
Jerry's Kids,
The Buckinghams,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Simply Red,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suburban Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Maleditus Sound,
Liliput,
The Index,
Alphaville,
Isaac Hayes,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thompson Twins,
The Star Department,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bauhaus,
Sun City Girls,
Mandrill,
Wire,
Barrington Levy,
Franke,
Sandy B,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stetsasonic,
The Moody Blues,
Connie Case,
The Techniques,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angry Samoans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick May,
Jawbox,
Tommy Roe,
Black Pus,
Graham Central Station,
Fugazi,
Dual Sessions,
Ohio Players,
Radiohead,
Aswad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Au Pairs,
the Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed,
Spandau Ballet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.