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 Croatia and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 The Monks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
48th St. Collective,
Roxette,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funkadelic,
Henry Cow,
The Buckinghams,
The Mummies,
The Stooges,
Tres Demented,
Boredoms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camberwell Now,
Agent Orange,
The Smiths,
Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T. Rex,
Pantaleimon,
Niagra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Procol Harum,
Brass Construction,
Girls At Our Best!,
Loose Ends,
Don Cherry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Supertramp,
The Invisible,
The Associates,
Harpers Bizarre,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gun Club,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camouflage,
Unrelated Segments,
Malaria!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Guru Guru,
Yellowson,
Qualms,
Masters at Work,
Liliput,
Bad Manners,
Lungfish,
Saccharine Trust,
Vainqueur,
Lalann,
Basic Channel,
Colin Newman,
The United States of America,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Black Dice,
the Sonics,
Goldenarms,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.