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 Kenya and from Halifax.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marmalade to the crunk 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Rufus Thomas,
Das Ding,
Audionom,
10cc,
Drexciya,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Christie,
Magma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DNA,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacob Miller,
Albert Ayler,
F. McDonald,
Flash Fearless,
Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
Colin Newman,
Crash Course in Science,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispian St. Peters,
Supertramp,
Laurel Aitken,
Isaac Hayes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masters at Work,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxette,
Ronan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scrapy,
Suicide,
Fugazi,
Donny Hathaway,
Wings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sex Pistols,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glenn Branca,
Sonic Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Camouflage,
Arab on Radar,
Von Mondo,
Y Pants,
Robert Hood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Darondo,
Rod Modell,
K-Klass,
Matthew Halsall,
Eurythmics,
Talk Talk,
X-101,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kayak,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.