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 Uruguay 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Stiv Bators to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
the Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eurythmics,
Goldenarms,
Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Angels of Light,
The Gladiators,
The Gap Band,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Smooth,
Newcleus,
This Heat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cal Tjader,
F. McDonald,
Porter Ricks,
Ituana,
Tres Demented,
Adolescents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Max Romeo,
The Motions,
Roxy Music,
Fatback Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Cecil Taylor,
The Birthday Party,
Rekid,
Black Sheep,
Funkadelic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sparks,
Negative Approach,
Ludus,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moody Blues,
Infiniti,
Lungfish,
Piero Umiliani,
Bad Manners,
June Days,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June of 44,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
10cc,
PIL,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camberwell Now,
Gang of Four,
The Skatalites,
John Holt,
Half Japanese,
Ultra Naté,
Rufus Thomas,
Harry Pussy,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.