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 Peru and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Suburban Knight to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Intrusion,
The Invisible,
The Fugs,
Crooked Eye,
Black Moon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June of 44,
Monks,
Sun Ra,
Stetsasonic,
The Stooges,
Bang On A Can,
Fugazi,
PIL,
Funky Four + One,
Reagan Youth,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alison Limerick,
Symarip,
David McCallum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Ultra Naté,
Dead Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fortunes,
Donald Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ituana,
Bobby Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Pharoah Sanders,
E-Dancer,
June Days,
Moby Grape,
Fear,
Wasted Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
Cal Tjader,
Sister Nancy,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hashim,
The Gladiators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jandek,
Main Source,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
Frankie Knuckles,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.