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 Slovakia and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
cv313,
The Kinks,
Country Teasers,
Lou Christie,
Blancmange,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Halsall,
Supertramp,
Robert Hood,
Jacob Miller,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fuzztones,
Jacques Brel,
Sandy B,
Outsiders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quantec,
Ultravox,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jawbox,
Gang Starr,
The Tremeloes,
Public Enemy,
Reagan Youth,
MDC,
Tommy Roe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Idris Muhammad,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agitation Free,
Junior Murvin,
Janne Schatter,
The Names,
Japan,
The American Breed,
Camouflage,
Slick Rick,
The Move,
Roy Ayers,
Magazine,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Con Funk Shun,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Pole,
the Association,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Don Cherry,
Severed Heads,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blake Baxter,
Sparks,
Black Pus,
The Mummies,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.