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 El Salvador and from Taipei.
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 London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 June Days to the crunk 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Gang of Four,
Blossom Toes,
The Blues Magoos,
Morten Harket,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hardrive,
The Gap Band,
FM Einheit,
Derrick May,
The Monochrome Set,
Archie Shepp,
Monolake,
Scion,
Outsiders,
Arthur Verocai,
T. Rex,
Connie Case,
Marine Girls,
Vainqueur,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gong,
The Move,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül,
Zapp,
AZ,
Nico,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tommy Roe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Christie,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ossler,
T.S.O.L.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hot Snakes,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Foxx,
Trumans Water,
Pagans,
Byron Stingily,
Pulsallama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Michelle Simonal,
The Invisible,
Fluxion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Niagra,
The Red Krayola,
The Skatalites,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barry Ungar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kurtis Blow,
Mandrill,
James White and The Blacks,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.