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 Kazakhstan and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
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 theremin 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Bauhaus,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed,
Altered Images,
Main Source,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Technova,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
New Age Steppers,
Audionom,
Outsiders,
Minutemen,
John Coltrane,
June of 44,
DJ Sneak,
Funkadelic,
Erykah Badu,
Bang On A Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ludus,
Scrapy,
the Swans,
Dark Day,
Mantronix,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fall,
Gregory Isaacs,
La Düsseldorf,
Shuggie Otis,
Porter Ricks,
The Human League,
Sight & Sound,
The Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Glenn Branca,
Ohio Players,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scientists,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wings,
Cybotron,
T.S.O.L.,
Grey Daturas,
Malaria!,
The Barracudas,
Gang Starr,
The Skatalites,
Warsaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lyres,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gun Club,
Eric Dolphy,
Ornette Coleman,
Lalann,
Matthew Halsall,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.