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 Liechtenstein and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Walker Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
the Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
Roxy Music,
Joe Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smiths,
Idris Muhammad,
Jawbox,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Halsall,
Youth Brigade,
Angry Samoans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
L. Decosne,
Scientists,
The Zeros,
Brand Nubian,
Moby Grape,
James White and The Blacks,
One Last Wish,
Terry Callier,
Pulsallama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deadbeat,
FM Einheit,
In Retrospect,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Von Mondo,
Harmonia,
Danielle Patucci,
The Toasters,
Half Japanese,
Funky Four + One,
MDC,
Easy Going,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lyres,
Lebanon Hanover,
Patti Smith,
Amazonics,
Monolake,
Thompson Twins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tubeway Army,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kenny Larkin,
Roger Hodgson,
Donny Hathaway,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Lynne,
Swell Maps,
The Barracudas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mojo Men,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.