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 Samoa and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Kas Product to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Bauhaus,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Lynne,
Blossom Toes,
Rekid,
The Moleskins,
Quantec,
Stiv Bators,
The Standells,
The Angels of Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Tremeloes,
The Human League,
The Moody Blues,
Roxy Music,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Moon,
Organ,
Jandek,
Section 25,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lyres,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
The Index,
Pagans,
The Durutti Column,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Axelrod,
Lalann,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Christie,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang On A Can,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick May,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Leonard Cohen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang of Four,
Sixth Finger,
Mars,
The Evens,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mantronix,
DJ Style,
Porter Ricks,
The Sound,
Flipper,
Avey Tare,
UT,
Grey Daturas,
MC5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.