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 Liberia and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
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 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 Guru Guru to the funk 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magma,
H. Thieme,
Outsiders,
The Tremeloes,
Infiniti,
Loose Ends,
DNA,
Popol Vuh,
Second Layer,
Schoolly D,
Qualms,
Jeff Lynne,
The Durutti Column,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Music Machine,
The Wake,
Scrapy,
Slave,
Public Enemy,
Brick,
Warren Ellis,
Black Moon,
Archie Shepp,
Vainqueur,
Swell Maps,
Shoche,
Byron Stingily,
Amazonics,
The Five Americans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suburban Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
10cc,
Surgeon,
Blancmange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joensuu 1685,
Minor Threat,
Tubeway Army,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Intrusion,
Maurizio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barbara Tucker,
Aloha Tigers,
The Real Kids,
Ohio Players,
Pantytec,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angry Samoans,
Minny Pops,
The Fall,
a-ha,
Derrick Morgan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacob Miller,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cheater Slicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.