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 East Timor and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lou Reed 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 Massinfluence to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Terry Callier,
The Residents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Icehouse,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sällskapet,
T.S.O.L.,
Moss Icon,
Newcleus,
Janne Schatter,
Althea and Donna,
Joensuu 1685,
Talk Talk,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television,
Dual Sessions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
FM Einheit,
Livin' Joy,
Ludus,
Tubeway Army,
Audionom,
Procol Harum,
10cc,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Average White Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Cecil Taylor,
Little Man,
Barrington Levy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pop Group,
Rhythm & Sound,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül,
LL Cool J,
Pylon,
Nils Olav,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Surgeon,
The Blackbyrds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zapp,
Bizarre Inc.,
PIL,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hoover,
Graham Central Station,
The Young Rascals,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.