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 Nigeria 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 Symarip to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Sun City Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Slick Rick,
Bronski Beat,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smoke,
Cymande,
Byron Stingily,
Dawn Penn,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fuzztones,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scrapy,
Groovy Waters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joey Negro,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
In Retrospect,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Halsall,
D'Angelo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Icehouse,
Altered Images,
The Busters,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott Heron,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Motions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Axelrod,
Eurythmics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spandau Ballet,
The Golliwogs,
The Buckinghams,
Letta Mbulu,
Stetsasonic,
Warsaw,
Lyres,
Lou Reed,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agent Orange,
Barclay James Harvest,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Alice Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.