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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Detroit Cobras to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Jerry's Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Brick,
Livin' Joy,
These Immortal Souls,
Brass Construction,
T.S.O.L.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mandrill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker,
Tommy Roe,
Duran Duran,
Lalann,
The Grass Roots,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris Corsano,
Barbara Tucker,
Camouflage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Outsiders,
Delta 5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tres Demented,
Das Ding,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marvin Gaye,
Isaac Hayes,
Joensuu 1685,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül,
Oneida,
Kerri Chandler,
Babytalk,
EPMD,
Fear,
Excepter,
MDC,
The Modern Lovers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Angels of Light,
Guru Guru,
Scratch Acid,
Kool Moe Dee,
Khruangbin,
Quadrant,
Judy Mowatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Desert Stars,
Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warsaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Heaven 17,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.