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 Morocco and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Bobby Womack to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The Cure,
Eric Copeland,
Public Enemy,
The Moody Blues,
Chris & Cosey,
Jandek,
Monolake,
Magma,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Althea and Donna,
Nils Olav,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q65,
The Toasters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barrington Levy,
Agent Orange,
the Normal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ice-T,
Jeff Lynne,
Dawn Penn,
Camberwell Now,
T. Rex,
Kerrie Biddell,
Negative Approach,
Funkadelic,
The Real Kids,
Au Pairs,
Cymande,
Toni Rubio,
June Days,
Cheater Slicks,
This Heat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slave,
Young Marble Giants,
X-102,
JFA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Flag,
Byron Stingily,
Circle Jerks,
The Standells,
Crime,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dave Gahan,
The J.B.'s,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Bourne,
Mission of Burma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Hoover,
Avey Tare,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.