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 Madagascar and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Don Cherry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
T. Rex,
The Searchers,
Basic Channel,
Metal Thangz,
Reuben Wilson,
the Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Janne Schatter,
Sandy B,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moebius,
Lungfish,
Ten City,
Average White Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marmalade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magazine,
Trumans Water,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gun Club,
Wire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Essential Logic,
Heaven 17,
John Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Byron Stingily,
David Bowie,
Eli Mardock,
Ultra Naté,
David McCallum,
Fela Kuti,
Popol Vuh,
Severed Heads,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Cheater Slicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bob Dylan,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Moby Grape,
K-Klass,
Bad Manners,
Surgeon,
The Fuzztones,
Smog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Procol Harum,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonic Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Clear Light,
FM Einheit,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cramps,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.