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 Slovenia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rock 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Lower 48,
Essential Logic,
Radiohead,
Cymande,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rufus Thomas,
James White and The Blacks,
Tres Demented,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Godley & Creme,
Fluxion,
Stiv Bators,
Vainqueur,
Marine Girls,
Brand Nubian,
the Soft Cell,
Henry Cow,
The Doors,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
Charles Mingus,
The Modern Lovers,
Fatback Band,
The Moleskins,
The Sonics,
Howard Jones,
The Remains,
Grauzone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nils Olav,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monks,
Kayak,
CMW,
Morten Harket,
Hasil Adkins,
Interpol,
Soul Sonic Force,
Newcleus,
The Slackers,
Pantaleimon,
The Leaves,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Womack,
Nirvana,
David Bowie,
Black Moon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Lydon,
Q and Not U,
Marmalade,
June of 44,
Yusef Lateef,
Minnie Riperton,
Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.