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 Vanuatu and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ossler 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
the Human League,
Warsaw,
Tim Buckley,
the Normal,
Yusef Lateef,
The Misunderstood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bad Manners,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry's Kids,
Can,
Reuben Wilson,
ABBA,
Gang Green,
Ohio Players,
Rufus Thomas,
The Count Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Mark Hollis,
The Gap Band,
The Neon Judgement,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Symarip,
Ice-T,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mummies,
Flipper,
The American Breed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mo-Dettes,
Gong,
Patti Smith,
Goldenarms,
Pere Ubu,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Standells,
June Days,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Das Ding,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Beau Brummels,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television,
B.T. Express,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minor Threat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Finger,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Almond,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.