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 Hungary and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Hoover to the jazz 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Bronski Beat,
Rotary Connection,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tres Demented,
Sarah Menescal,
The Misunderstood,
Television,
Khruangbin,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Bowie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Royal Trux,
Japan,
David Axelrod,
Infiniti,
Basic Channel,
Ohio Players,
ABC,
Funky Four + One,
Boz Scaggs,
Monks,
Gichy Dan,
Minny Pops,
KRS-One,
Danielle Patucci,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Supertramp,
Little Man,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dennis Brown,
the Association,
Sparks,
Sixth Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Count Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott Heron,
Franke,
Suicide,
Anthony Braxton,
Ossler,
Kerri Chandler,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra,
Camberwell Now,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cheater Slicks,
The Evens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Make Up,
James Chance & The Contortions,
In Retrospect,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.