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 Djibouti and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rock 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Freddie Wadling,
John Lydon,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nas,
Nils Olav,
Isaac Hayes,
Leonard Cohen,
The Neon Judgement,
Desert Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Circle Jerks,
Oblivians,
The Invisible,
Amazonics,
The Litter,
Ohio Players,
Bauhaus,
The Wake,
Loose Ends,
A Certain Ratio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lower 48,
Minor Threat,
Wire,
Erykah Badu,
Gabor Szabo,
The United States of America,
Dawn Penn,
Eddi Front,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sonics,
Parry Music,
Alton Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Supertramp,
Metal Thangz,
The Move,
Gang Green,
The Gun Club,
Radio Birdman,
X-Ray Spex,
The Real Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
JFA,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Outsiders,
In Retrospect,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Seeds,
Sällskapet,
10cc,
Spandau Ballet,
Suicide,
Urselle,
Joey Negro,
Aural Exciters,
The Angels of Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.