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 Colombia and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Drive Like Jehu to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Almond,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
the Bar-Kays,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harmonia,
David McCallum,
The Five Americans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camouflage,
The Real Kids,
K-Klass,
Whodini,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nirvana,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Skatalites,
Radio Birdman,
Wolf Eyes,
Ludus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mojo Men,
Sixth Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Velvet Underground,
New Order,
Supertramp,
Pussy Galore,
Inner City,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cybotron,
Bronski Beat,
H. Thieme,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Womack,
ABC,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alphaville,
Magma,
The Young Rascals,
Barry Ungar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
10cc,
Wally Richardson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bad Manners,
The Pretty Things,
The Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
The Barracudas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Mills,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.