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 Eritrea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Electric Prunes to the disco 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Copeland,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lyres,
Liliput,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultra Naté,
Arthur Verocai,
Pylon,
Scientists,
The Birthday Party,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
The Real Kids,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kayak,
Janne Schatter,
Black Flag,
The Selecter,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Surgeon,
The Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
The Index,
Symarip,
Amon Düül,
Aaron Thompson,
Sixth Finger,
The Saints,
Goldenarms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Excepter,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Age Steppers,
Glenn Branca,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Qualms,
The Gladiators,
Los Fastidios,
The Count Five,
Angry Samoans,
Theoretical Girls,
Archie Shepp,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.