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 Uganda and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the dance 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crime,
Mr. Review,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slackers,
Yaz,
Rekid,
Aaron Thompson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bluetip,
UT,
PIL,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Detroit Cobras,
Livin' Joy,
Sugar Minott,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tom Boy,
Rapeman,
The American Breed,
Agitation Free,
The Monks,
Glenn Branca,
the Association,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oneida,
Matthew Halsall,
Warren Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Mills,
The Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kurtis Blow,
Silicon Teens,
John Foxx,
Letta Mbulu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Niagra,
Chrome,
Intrusion,
The Associates,
The New Christs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drexciya,
Spoonie Gee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kayak,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Steve Hackett,
Saccharine Trust,
Heaven 17,
Soft Machine,
The Red Krayola,
The Motions,
New Age Steppers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David McCallum,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.