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 Ivory Coast and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Lucky Dragons to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Pole,
X-102,
Gang Green,
Josef K,
The Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Popol Vuh,
Rosa Yemen,
Supertramp,
Bobby Sherman,
Byron Stingily,
Inner City,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hardrive,
Fad Gadget,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monolake,
Ohio Players,
Gang Starr,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sugar Minott,
Television,
OOIOO,
Simply Red,
Barry Ungar,
Kayak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eurythmics,
The Pretty Things,
Sparks,
Magma,
Bill Wells,
Masters at Work,
Tommy Roe,
Deepchord,
Hashim,
Quando Quango,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Graham Central Station,
the Germs,
Scott Walker,
Donald Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Near,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacob Miller,
Lyres,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacques Brel,
Lakeside,
Jeff Lynne,
Ludus,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Second Layer,
Crispy Ambulance,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.