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 Montenegro and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
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 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Organ,
The Residents,
Andrew Hill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Steve Hackett,
the Swans,
Dual Sessions,
Marine Girls,
Oneida,
Nik Kershaw,
The Selecter,
The Dead C,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moebius,
Traffic Nightmare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skriet,
Loose Ends,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deakin,
JFA,
UT,
Joe Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
Colin Newman,
Gang Gang Dance,
a-ha,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Goldenarms,
Rufus Thomas,
H. Thieme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Adolescents,
Peter & Gordon,
The Count Five,
Ronnie Foster,
The Offenders,
Quantec,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young,
Japan,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Saints,
MDC,
Sun City Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
The Techniques,
The Busters,
The Buckinghams,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minor Threat,
Sugar Minott,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül,
Ornette Coleman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Essential Logic,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.