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 Cameroon and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marvin Gaye to the techno 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
Magma,
Outsiders,
The Misunderstood,
Erasure,
Second Layer,
Yaz,
Stetsasonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Lindisfarne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television Personalities,
Pussy Galore,
X-102,
Lungfish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül,
Saccharine Trust,
Prince Buster,
Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Almond,
The Motions,
H. Thieme,
Monolake,
Sam Rivers,
Inner City,
Supertramp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Eddi Front,
The Cure,
Subhumans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Josef K,
10cc,
Camouflage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terry Callier,
B.T. Express,
Maleditus Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Television,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Lynne,
The Knickerbockers,
The Wake,
The Techniques,
Pulsallama,
Chris Corsano,
Quando Quango,
Symarip,
T.S.O.L.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Residents,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.