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 Samoa and from Seoul.
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 Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Crime to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Osbourne,
Motorama,
Todd Terry,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Barracudas,
Faraquet,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Wyatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Gong,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Lynne,
Zero Boys,
Nas,
Massinfluence,
The Mummies,
Trumans Water,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yusef Lateef,
The Residents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dirtbombs,
John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Icehouse,
Animal Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Vogues,
Negative Approach,
Kaleidoscope,
Liliput,
The Buckinghams,
The Techniques,
Albert Ayler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boredoms,
Aloha Tigers,
This Heat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare,
Neu!,
The Sound,
Black Pus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hashim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yellowson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.