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 Marshall Islands and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Morten Harket to the dance 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erykah Badu,
Scratch Acid,
Cheater Slicks,
Archie Shepp,
Crash Course in Science,
10cc,
Sandy B,
Sparks,
Heaven 17,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Cale,
Ponytail,
Max Romeo,
Chris & Cosey,
Marine Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Bananas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Basic Channel,
The New Christs,
Davy DMX,
Jimmy McGriff,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Animal Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiohead,
One Last Wish,
Judy Mowatt,
Tears for Fears,
China Crisis,
Livin' Joy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nirvana,
Spandau Ballet,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June of 44,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magazine,
OOIOO,
Grey Daturas,
The Real Kids,
Pole,
Khruangbin,
Eden Ahbez,
Slave,
Lungfish,
Newcleus,
Yusef Lateef,
Mad Mike,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang of Four,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.