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 San Marino and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
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 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Metal Thangz,
Peter and Kerry,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scientists,
X-Ray Spex,
the Bar-Kays,
Toni Rubio,
The Kinks,
Chris & Cosey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Invisible,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Skatalites,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ituana,
Ossler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
kango's stein massive,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
CMW,
Pantytec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sister Nancy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deepchord,
Prince Buster,
Circle Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fall,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Starr,
Slick Rick,
Roger Hodgson,
Moebius,
Roxy Music,
China Crisis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Patti Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Stereo Dub,
Mantronix,
K-Klass,
Malaria!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Motions,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sound,
Don Cherry,
The Count Five,
The Names,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Mills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mark Hollis,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.