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 Togo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Al Stewart to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Alison Limerick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heaven 17,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Sneak,
Sandy B,
Brand Nubian,
Mars,
Livin' Joy,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Hill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pere Ubu,
L. Decosne,
Stetsasonic,
Joey Negro,
Das Ding,
the Association,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tres Demented,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Christie,
Scientists,
Funky Four + One,
The Litter,
La Düsseldorf,
Duran Duran,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Halsall,
PIL,
Agitation Free,
Faust,
Hardrive,
Soft Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacob Miller,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James White and The Blacks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash,
R.M.O.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Order,
Graham Central Station,
Zero Boys,
Kayak,
Nico,
Flipper,
Dawn Penn,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gabor Szabo,
World's Most,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Near,
Marvin Gaye,
Terry Callier,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.