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 Costa Rica and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 Fluxion to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hasil Adkins,
Smog,
Moss Icon,
Bill Wells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Albert Ayler,
Josef K,
Half Japanese,
The Grass Roots,
The Misunderstood,
Fela Kuti,
Excepter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül,
Monolake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dual Sessions,
Funkadelic,
Sex Pistols,
Mandrill,
Mission of Burma,
Joensuu 1685,
Bronski Beat,
Ohio Players,
Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moody Blues,
Altered Images,
Oblivians,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eden Ahbez,
The Music Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warren Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Depeche Mode,
K-Klass,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rekid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television,
Gang Green,
Marcia Griffiths,
Y Pants,
Iggy Pop,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yellowson,
Swell Maps,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.