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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Procol Harum to the jazz 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
Urselle,
Wire,
This Heat,
Ronan,
The Toasters,
The Residents,
Anakelly,
Junior Murvin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Axelrod,
Barry Ungar,
Dead Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Parrish,
The American Breed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suburban Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Vogues,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Style,
Outsiders,
Sparks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maurizio,
Henry Cow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
KRS-One,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sarah Menescal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fat Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blackbyrds,
Faust,
Neil Young,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang On A Can,
Agent Orange,
Scientists,
Can,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mojo Men,
Scrapy,
Hashim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Basic Channel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quantec,
Derrick Morgan,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Supertramp,
The Associates,
Rekid,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.