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 Albania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Pharoah Sanders to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Country Teasers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unrelated Segments,
Donny Hathaway,
The Beau Brummels,
Theoretical Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Cheater Slicks,
Camberwell Now,
Accadde A,
Marine Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Funkadelic,
Neu!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
E-Dancer,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scan 7,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Subhumans,
The Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
Index,
Man Parrish,
Television Personalities,
Delon & Dalcan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Ten City,
Janne Schatter,
Scientists,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agitation Free,
The Fuzztones,
Howard Jones,
Loose Ends,
Negative Approach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Half Japanese,
L. Decosne,
The Techniques,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Motions,
Shuggie Otis,
Ituana,
Groovy Waters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun City Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camouflage,
Archie Shepp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Livin' Joy,
Faust,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.