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 Singapore and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Laurel Aitken to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Gang Green,
Babytalk,
Arcadia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lee Hazlewood,
48th St. Collective,
Easy Going,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chrome,
Television,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantaleimon,
Tears for Fears,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Interpol,
LL Cool J,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mantronix,
Bluetip,
Simply Red,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q65,
Yazoo,
Monolake,
Ultravox,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris & Cosey,
This Heat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joey Negro,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Con Funk Shun,
Wally Richardson,
Bad Manners,
The Evens,
Black Bananas,
Brass Construction,
The Misunderstood,
Intrusion,
Andrew Hill,
Cecil Taylor,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Delta 5,
Camouflage,
Stereo Dub,
Desert Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suicide,
Clear Light,
Marmalade,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.