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 Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Faraquet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Young Rascals,
Alice Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Leonard Cohen,
Scan 7,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Names,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Tremeloes,
Al Stewart,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Terry,
ABC,
Bobby Womack,
The Fugs,
Steve Hackett,
Rekid,
The Raincoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Yellowson,
Newcleus,
Porter Ricks,
The Saints,
Spandau Ballet,
Sugar Minott,
New Order,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Theoretical Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doors,
The Smiths,
Nik Kershaw,
Royal Trux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Josef K,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Traffic Nightmare,
L. Decosne,
Ronnie Foster,
the Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Tubeway Army,
Slick Rick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Con Funk Shun,
The Divine Comedy,
X-102,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radio Birdman,
Television Personalities,
Soft Machine,
Wings,
Unrelated Segments,
Minny Pops,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.