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 Guyana and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Pretty Things to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
D'Angelo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Charles Mingus,
Duran Duran,
Yazoo,
Tears for Fears,
The Flesh Eaters,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Lynne,
John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Jeru the Damaja,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mark Hollis,
The Divine Comedy,
Mo-Dettes,
Delon & Dalcan,
kango's stein massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Khruangbin,
Crime,
Quando Quango,
Severed Heads,
X-101,
Icehouse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Foxx,
Zapp,
The Fuzztones,
Popol Vuh,
Max Romeo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tommy Roe,
Warren Ellis,
China Crisis,
The Blackbyrds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Bowie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Hill,
Hot Snakes,
The Cowsills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cramps,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun City Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
U.S. Maple,
Sugar Minott,
The Golliwogs,
Skriet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
Clear Light,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.