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 Taiwan and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Gichy Dan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Dual Sessions,
Dennis Brown,
Traffic Nightmare,
Patti Smith,
Drexciya,
Barclay James Harvest,
Young Marble Giants,
Arcadia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Trojans,
cv313,
Depeche Mode,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Görl,
The Litter,
Liliput,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slackers,
Minutemen,
PIL,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pop Group,
The Last Poets,
Urselle,
Sex Pistols,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Wyatt,
Symarip,
John Holt,
Hot Snakes,
AZ,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Moon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blancmange,
Donald Byrd,
Black Flag,
F. McDonald,
Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Section 25,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monolake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fluxion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Can,
Average White Band,
Slave,
Royal Trux,
Au Pairs,
Tears for Fears,
Franke,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swans,
Agitation Free,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.