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 Belarus and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Connie Case to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New York Dolls,
Idris Muhammad,
Fela Kuti,
June of 44,
L. Decosne,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aural Exciters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Charles Mingus,
Colin Newman,
Susan Cadogan,
The American Breed,
Letta Mbulu,
The Human League,
Fatback Band,
Black Flag,
Marine Girls,
The United States of America,
Archie Shepp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Star Department,
Excepter,
The Monochrome Set,
Reagan Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Morten Harket,
OOIOO,
Boredoms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Henry Cow,
Lower 48,
Oneida,
Soulsonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
These Immortal Souls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ossler,
DNA,
Roy Ayers,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Fraelich,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare,
Loose Ends,
David Bowie,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Wells,
Kas Product,
Slick Rick,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.