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 Algeria and from Mumbai.
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 London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Man Eating Sloth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dark Day,
Joyce Sims,
Sound Behaviour,
Reuben Wilson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Danielle Patucci,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wire,
The Cure,
Faraquet,
Yazoo,
The Golliwogs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Connie Case,
Alton Ellis,
the Germs,
Gichy Dan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cluster,
Wolf Eyes,
Leonard Cohen,
Unrelated Segments,
Flash Fearless,
Hot Snakes,
The Pretty Things,
John Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers,
Television,
The Misunderstood,
Michelle Simonal,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
K-Klass,
Gabor Szabo,
The Vogues,
Silicon Teens,
Sarah Menescal,
Liliput,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young,
Crime,
X-Ray Spex,
Qualms,
One Last Wish,
Funkadelic,
AZ,
Godley & Creme,
Little Man,
Nils Olav,
Alison Limerick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Bananas,
Scientists,
Ornette Coleman,
CMW,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.