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 Portugal 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Electric Light Orchestra 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Black Pus,
The Victims,
Siglo XX,
Lucky Dragons,
UT,
Main Source,
Lyres,
The Last Poets,
Grey Daturas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Barracudas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Hill,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gun Club,
Sun City Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Wire,
Pierre Henry,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Groovy Waters,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Normal,
Bill Near,
Sam Rivers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agitation Free,
Minnie Riperton,
Youth Brigade,
Blake Baxter,
Liliput,
Sixth Finger,
Quadrant,
Arab on Radar,
The Cowsills,
the Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sarah Menescal,
Nas,
Young Marble Giants,
Bad Manners,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tom Boy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Talk Talk,
The Cramps,
Nik Kershaw,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.