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 Monaco and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Kerri Chandler to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Eddi Front,
These Immortal Souls,
Camouflage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marmalade,
June of 44,
The Young Rascals,
David McCallum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blake Baxter,
Alton Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Los Fastidios,
Audionom,
Pagans,
New Age Steppers,
LL Cool J,
Ponytail,
Janne Schatter,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Litter,
Easy Going,
B.T. Express,
Groovy Waters,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unwound,
Swans,
Pantytec,
A Certain Ratio,
Scratch Acid,
X-101,
Quadrant,
Pussy Galore,
PIL,
Minor Threat,
Babytalk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Buzzcocks,
the Normal,
Gang Starr,
The Smiths,
Crime,
Warsaw,
Jeff Lynne,
Fatback Band,
Gang Green,
Andrew Hill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rufus Thomas,
the Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mummies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eurythmics,
Cluster,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.