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 Bhutan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Unwound to the dance 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Althea and Donna,
The Seeds,
Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Joy Division,
Qualms,
Janne Schatter,
Whodini,
Joe Finger,
The Martian,
The Cramps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pagans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Searchers,
Moby Grape,
Gichy Dan,
The Mojo Men,
The Monks,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker,
The Motions,
Procol Harum,
K-Klass,
Harry Pussy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Simply Red,
Jeff Lynne,
Franke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delta 5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gap Band,
Sun City Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tubeway Army,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy Collins,
Sällskapet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rekid,
Joensuu 1685,
Pylon,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Association,
ABBA,
Tim Buckley,
Barry Ungar,
Eden Ahbez,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deepchord,
Stetsasonic,
The Saints,
Mars,
Lou Reed,
Subhumans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.