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 Guyana and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jeff Lynne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Byron Stingily,
Max Romeo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers,
Moby Grape,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABC,
Sister Nancy,
Joyce Sims,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
FM Einheit,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
Jacques Brel,
The Blues Magoos,
Fluxion,
Urselle,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxette,
The Mighty Diamonds,
10cc,
The Human League,
The J.B.'s,
48th St. Collective,
Shoche,
This Heat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bad Manners,
June Days,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young,
Sex Pistols,
Neu!,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fela Kuti,
Smog,
Warren Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fear,
Kenny Larkin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Clear Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül,
CMW,
Aloha Tigers,
Ituana,
Josef K,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.