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 Romania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pet Shop Boys to the grime 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Dead C,
FM Einheit,
The Cowsills,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scientists,
Ash Ra Tempel,
World's Most,
Outsiders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sam Rivers,
Monolake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Symarip,
The Angels of Light,
Magma,
Gong,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
E-Dancer,
Lakeside,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerri Chandler,
Warsaw,
Schoolly D,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kaleidoscope,
Shoche,
Popol Vuh,
Gang of Four,
Alphaville,
Faraquet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Graham Central Station,
T. Rex,
the Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Pole,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Inner City,
The Victims,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers,
James White and The Blacks,
Lyres,
Loose Ends,
The Move,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joyce Sims,
Brass Construction,
Pantaleimon,
Eli Mardock,
Nik Kershaw,
Scan 7,
Hardrive,
Swell Maps,
David Axelrod,
The Sound,
Siglo XX,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.