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 Turkey and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ten City to the rock 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Josef K,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Steve Hackett,
Ronan,
Robert Görl,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Youth Brigade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris Corsano,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
Kayak,
David Bowie,
AZ,
Sight & Sound,
Excepter,
The Stooges,
The Martian,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Von Mondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Motions,
Television Personalities,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Young Rascals,
This Heat,
Donny Hathaway,
Dave Gahan,
Roger Hodgson,
Shoche,
Japan,
Jerry's Kids,
Das Ding,
The Kinks,
Camouflage,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nirvana,
Radio Birdman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pussy Galore,
Inner City,
Alphaville,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agitation Free,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smoke,
Maleditus Sound,
Quantec,
Cal Tjader,
Arthur Verocai,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.