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 Colombia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Charles Mingus to the disco 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Fall,
Michelle Simonal,
In Retrospect,
John Foxx,
Popol Vuh,
Danielle Patucci,
Yellowson,
Carl Craig,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Smog,
Con Funk Shun,
Siglo XX,
Agitation Free,
Aural Exciters,
Rod Modell,
Peter and Kerry,
Goldenarms,
Nirvana,
X-102,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aloha Tigers,
Judy Mowatt,
Nico,
Derrick Morgan,
the Soft Cell,
New Order,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oblivians,
8 Eyed Spy,
CMW,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Copeland,
The Litter,
Malaria!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Near,
Mark Hollis,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Searchers,
Television,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Symarip,
Porter Ricks,
Spandau Ballet,
Eve St. Jones,
Hashim,
Vainqueur,
The Motions,
Skaos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barbara Tucker,
Morten Harket,
David McCallum,
the Germs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.