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 Peru and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slave to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Laurel Aitken,
Cluster,
U.S. Maple,
Lower 48,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sparks,
Crash Course in Science,
World's Most,
Ossler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Foxx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sight & Sound,
Black Flag,
Lungfish,
Accadde A,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Max Romeo,
The Divine Comedy,
Arcadia,
The Trojans,
Rites of Spring,
Oblivians,
The Searchers,
Kayak,
Donald Byrd,
Dead Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fear,
Eric Copeland,
Jawbox,
Pantaleimon,
Sam Rivers,
Absolute Body Control,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nils Olav,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blancmange,
Suburban Knight,
T. Rex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pylon,
Bauhaus,
Slave,
Echospace,
MDC,
Agitation Free,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ten City,
Funkadelic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
Niagra,
Brothers Johnson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gories,
Gichy Dan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.