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 Sri Lanka and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Von Mondo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Moody Blues,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Techniques,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
X-102,
Sarah Menescal,
Monolake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Urselle,
Model 500,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
U.S. Maple,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Howard Jones,
David Axelrod,
Easy Going,
Saccharine Trust,
K-Klass,
Nirvana,
Don Cherry,
DJ Style,
Ultra Naté,
Whodini,
Avey Tare,
Procol Harum,
Terry Callier,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smoke,
Camouflage,
Ludus,
Minnie Riperton,
Duran Duran,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pulsallama,
Tears for Fears,
the Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mummies,
Agent Orange,
Fatback Band,
The Fuzztones,
Minny Pops,
Can,
Moby Grape,
Minutemen,
Neil Young,
Laurel Aitken,
the Germs,
Organ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nik Kershaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Sixth Finger,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.