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 Honduras and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Swell Maps to the funk 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Reagan Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Kinks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blues Magoos,
Bob Dylan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pagans,
Y Pants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boredoms,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quando Quango,
Soulsonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
The Monks,
Drexciya,
The Birthday Party,
Faust,
The Young Rascals,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slackers,
Adolescents,
Oneida,
Moss Icon,
Michelle Simonal,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Searchers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Star Department,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Henry Cow,
The Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
The Techniques,
OOIOO,
Symarip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funky Four + One,
Lucky Dragons,
The Names,
Groovy Waters,
Sugar Minott,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Sixth Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispian St. Peters,
a-ha,
Lakeside,
Stetsasonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Japan,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.