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 Romania and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Can to the funk 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Sarah Menescal,
Procol Harum,
CMW,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Toni Rubio,
The Misunderstood,
Freddie Wadling,
John Lydon,
Connie Case,
World's Most,
Zapp,
Amon Düül,
Kerri Chandler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neu!,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gories,
The Cowsills,
Boz Scaggs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Busters,
The Fugs,
DJ Sneak,
Alphaville,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fatback Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roger Hodgson,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tears for Fears,
Malaria!,
The Knickerbockers,
Mantronix,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxette,
Eli Mardock,
The Saints,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
In Retrospect,
The Velvet Underground,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonic Youth,
The Litter,
Hasil Adkins,
The Angels of Light,
a-ha,
The Blues Magoos,
Quantec,
Au Pairs,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.