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 Mauritania and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tropical Tobacco to the punk 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Jeff Lynne,
Hasil Adkins,
Rakim,
Yellowson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Certain Ratio,
Metal Thangz,
Radio Birdman,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bad Manners,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Wells,
The Residents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Subhumans,
Brand Nubian,
Funky Four + One,
Nirvana,
Thee Headcoats,
One Last Wish,
Jacob Miller,
KRS-One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül,
Niagra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Birthday Party,
Howard Jones,
Rites of Spring,
DNA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spandau Ballet,
Inner City,
Boz Scaggs,
Half Japanese,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Godley & Creme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter & Gordon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joy Division,
The Wake,
Scion,
Guru Guru,
The Gories,
The Dead C,
The Electric Prunes,
AZ,
MC5,
Arcadia,
Patti Smith,
Magazine,
The Victims,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.