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 Laos and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Grass Roots,
The Beau Brummels,
The Angels of Light,
Moss Icon,
Angry Samoans,
Procol Harum,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bob Dylan,
Bauhaus,
The Stooges,
Fat Boys,
Skriet,
Bobby Womack,
Audionom,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Lynne,
Schoolly D,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fuzztones,
The Litter,
Al Stewart,
Joyce Sims,
The Wake,
Section 25,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül,
Bush Tetras,
Nico,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Clarke,
The Trojans,
48th St. Collective,
Babytalk,
Sister Nancy,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Martian,
Ronan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Moon,
Suicide,
Minutemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oneida,
The Saints,
The Durutti Column,
June Days,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young,
Tres Demented,
Echospace,
Guru Guru,
John Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siglo XX,
Lou Christie,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Infiniti,
Technova,
Circle Jerks,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.