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 Grenada 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joensuu 1685 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Stetsasonic,
Grauzone,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sixth Finger,
Kas Product,
Joe Smooth,
Hardrive,
Janne Schatter,
the Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
Buzzcocks,
Accadde A,
Pierre Henry,
Procol Harum,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Clarke,
Roger Hodgson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Index,
DJ Sneak,
X-Ray Spex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magazine,
Urselle,
The Trojans,
Bad Manners,
Sandy B,
Boredoms,
Ronan,
Television,
Fad Gadget,
Underground Resistance,
The Velvet Underground,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glenn Branca,
Desert Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Standells,
The Remains,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Almond,
UT,
Make Up,
The Techniques,
The Litter,
Rufus Thomas,
Suicide,
John Lydon,
Roxette,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.