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 United Kingdom and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Robert Palmer 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Al Stewart,
Aural Exciters,
Roxy Music,
The Monks,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Görl,
Barbara Tucker,
Pole,
Byron Stingily,
Unwound,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül II,
June of 44,
June Days,
The Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
48th St. Collective,
Erasure,
Bush Tetras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slits,
the Germs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantytec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
PIL,
Surgeon,
Mo-Dettes,
Heaven 17,
Lebanon Hanover,
OOIOO,
Circle Jerks,
Mr. Review,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visage,
10cc,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
H. Thieme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
JFA,
the Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Japan,
Infiniti,
Reagan Youth,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gories,
Spoonie Gee,
Howard Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nils Olav,
The Red Krayola,
Slave,
Kayak,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.