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 Nauru and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Wyatt to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mr. Review,
Man Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
Nirvana,
Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Reagan Youth,
Drexciya,
Agitation Free,
The Fall,
Minny Pops,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronnie Foster,
The Real Kids,
Skarface,
Grauzone,
Susan Cadogan,
Piero Umiliani,
Connie Case,
The Victims,
Dawn Penn,
Jandek,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Music Machine,
Ultravox,
Scientists,
Television,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marmalade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Remains,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Clarke,
Funkadelic,
K-Klass,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Main Source,
Hashim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Finger,
The Fuzztones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ice-T,
cv313,
Derrick May,
H. Thieme,
This Heat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roger Hodgson,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.