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 Colombia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Aural Exciters to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sister Nancy,
Y Pants,
Can,
The Walker Brothers,
Qualms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Womack,
The Golliwogs,
Easy Going,
Basic Channel,
Todd Rundgren,
Kevin Saunderson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Los Fastidios,
Depeche Mode,
The Beau Brummels,
Gong,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young,
Black Flag,
Lucky Dragons,
the Germs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Wells,
Hasil Adkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Das Ding,
Monolake,
The Mummies,
Patti Smith,
H. Thieme,
Dave Gahan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T. Rex,
the Bar-Kays,
Quantec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kaleidoscope,
The Move,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Knickerbockers,
Guru Guru,
Hot Snakes,
Von Mondo,
Ituana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Neon Judgement,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.