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 Yemen and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Deepchord to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Half Japanese,
The Remains,
Henry Cow,
Slave,
Wings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Barracudas,
Gang Starr,
Soulsonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
Camberwell Now,
Infiniti,
Mark Hollis,
Pulsallama,
The American Breed,
the Normal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cal Tjader,
Tears for Fears,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris Corsano,
KRS-One,
Black Moon,
John Cale,
Chrome,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Rundgren,
Gichy Dan,
Shoche,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alice Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monochrome Set,
Eve St. Jones,
Talk Talk,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Terry,
Faust,
Skaos,
Faraquet,
The Beau Brummels,
La Düsseldorf,
Cluster,
the Germs,
Jeff Lynne,
Don Cherry,
The Tremeloes,
Fluxion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joyce Sims,
Yazoo,
Accadde A,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül,
Monolake,
Quantec,
The United States of America,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.