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 Albania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the funk 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Skaos,
Hardrive,
Mad Mike,
John Cale,
Television,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slits,
Youth Brigade,
The Count Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Infiniti,
Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Sarah Menescal,
Wolf Eyes,
Albert Ayler,
Rekid,
Negative Approach,
Scan 7,
Bluetip,
Terry Callier,
Section 25,
Index,
Brick,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young,
Slave,
Derrick May,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Certain Ratio,
Absolute Body Control,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faraquet,
Wings,
Alphaville,
Magazine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Babytalk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camberwell Now,
Max Romeo,
Faust,
Crooked Eye,
Half Japanese,
Robert Wyatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barclay James Harvest,
CMW,
Easy Going,
One Last Wish,
OOIOO,
Black Bananas,
Lalann,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.