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 Peru and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Dorothy Ashby to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Faust,
Television Personalities,
Eden Ahbez,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultravox,
The New Christs,
Lindisfarne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxy Music,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Wells,
Bill Near,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pylon,
Sister Nancy,
Erykah Badu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fortunes,
The Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Names,
Gang Green,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tomorrow,
MC5,
Sonny Sharrock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eve St. Jones,
F. McDonald,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Pussy Galore,
Little Man,
Yazoo,
a-ha,
D'Angelo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thompson Twins,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alton Ellis,
Malaria!,
Tres Demented,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Model 500,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed,
Smog,
The Wake,
The Five Americans,
OOIOO,
Motorama,
Von Mondo,
MDC,
Slick Rick,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.