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 Jordan and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Unrelated Segments to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Circle Jerks,
Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
The Velvet Underground,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suburban Knight,
Interpol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Style,
R.M.O.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
China Crisis,
Outsiders,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Raincoats,
Ken Boothe,
Faraquet,
The Slackers,
Bang On A Can,
Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
Second Layer,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Zeros,
Dual Sessions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shoche,
Kaleidoscope,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
UT,
Heaven 17,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camberwell Now,
Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
Dark Day,
Altered Images,
Con Funk Shun,
Pagans,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hot Snakes,
Ponytail,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gong,
Blake Baxter,
Warsaw,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.