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 Korea North and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Roxy Music to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fear,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ornette Coleman,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Rod Modell,
Mad Mike,
Lungfish,
Joyce Sims,
Nico,
The Grass Roots,
Sandy B,
Pantaleimon,
Scratch Acid,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alison Limerick,
Fat Boys,
OOIOO,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Eli Mardock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tommy Roe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kurtis Blow,
R.M.O.,
H. Thieme,
The Gun Club,
Nirvana,
Cheater Slicks,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Sherman,
Bluetip,
Gong,
Main Source,
T.S.O.L.,
MDC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Christie,
CMW,
Anthony Braxton,
Inner City,
Yusef Lateef,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kenny Larkin,
Clear Light,
Maurizio,
Max Romeo,
The Moleskins,
Bill Near,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang of Four,
Animal Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Duran Duran,
The Moody Blues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.