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 Barbados and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Livin' Joy to the jazz 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Skatalites,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Junior Murvin,
Monks,
Kayak,
Judy Mowatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Surgeon,
Maleditus Sound,
The Selecter,
Black Bananas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yaz,
The Barracudas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yusef Lateef,
KRS-One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eve St. Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Teasers,
MC5,
Swans,
Q and Not U,
Theoretical Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Copeland,
Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
The Walker Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Invisible,
The Moody Blues,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Sherman,
The Human League,
Japan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neu!,
Joe Finger,
Gong,
Fatback Band,
Wings,
The Cure,
David Bowie,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.