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 San Marino and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Tubeway Army to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Qualms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gladiators,
Pulsallama,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monks,
the Swans,
Lindisfarne,
Cheater Slicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun City Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Rod Modell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ornette Coleman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Godley & Creme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Simply Red,
Matthew Halsall,
Laurel Aitken,
Kevin Saunderson,
JFA,
the Association,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flash Fearless,
The Invisible,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crime,
Wasted Youth,
Infiniti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Wake,
The Vogues,
Circle Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABBA,
Aaron Thompson,
Agent Orange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sällskapet,
Grauzone,
Talk Talk,
The Count Five,
Make Up,
Marine Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Sheep,
The Cowsills,
Fugazi,
Pole,
Severed Heads,
The Grass Roots,
Outsiders,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.