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 Malawi and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Derrick Morgan to the punk 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Animal Collective,
Second Layer,
Nirvana,
Deakin,
Soul II Soul,
Cymande,
Toni Rubio,
ABBA,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Lynne,
The Skatalites,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Newcleus,
Schoolly D,
Henry Cow,
The Stooges,
One Last Wish,
the Germs,
Black Sheep,
Dave Gahan,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Foxx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Howard Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Tommy Roe,
The Techniques,
Silicon Teens,
Index,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash,
10cc,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultravox,
Max Romeo,
Erykah Badu,
The Moody Blues,
Infiniti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barbara Tucker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Das Ding,
The Count Five,
Quando Quango,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spandau Ballet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yaz,
Connie Case,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agitation Free,
Freddie Wadling,
the Human League,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.