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 Maldives and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rock 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Au Pairs,
The Associates,
Swans,
The Real Kids,
Lindisfarne,
Marmalade,
H. Thieme,
Reuben Wilson,
The Move,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magma,
Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moleskins,
The Black Dice,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Grauzone,
Blake Baxter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rosa Yemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
Desert Stars,
The Leaves,
K-Klass,
Blancmange,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hasil Adkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mummies,
Agent Orange,
Circle Jerks,
Pagans,
Smog,
Ralphi Rosario,
10cc,
Susan Cadogan,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kayak,
Radiohead,
Siglo XX,
Basic Channel,
Crime,
Max Romeo,
Joyce Sims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kurtis Blow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.