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 Turkmenistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
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 synthesizer 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the crunk 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Public Enemy,
Aural Exciters,
The Angels of Light,
June of 44,
Youth Brigade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Con Funk Shun,
Quando Quango,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Minutemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
The Moleskins,
Arab on Radar,
The Young Rascals,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Michelle Simonal,
Joensuu 1685,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tim Buckley,
Wings,
Fugazi,
Eurythmics,
Black Moon,
Icehouse,
Groovy Waters,
Toni Rubio,
Outsiders,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick May,
Pantaleimon,
Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Almond,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rakim,
UT,
Jeff Lynne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed,
John Holt,
Negative Approach,
Moss Icon,
The Gories,
Fluxion,
The Leaves,
Surgeon,
The Names,
The Golliwogs,
the Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Television Personalities,
The United States of America,
Black Sheep,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.