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 Kuwait and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
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 theremin 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 Peter & Gordon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Technova,
UT,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q65,
Derrick May,
The Smoke,
Soulsonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ken Boothe,
Mission of Burma,
Joyce Sims,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang On A Can,
Symarip,
Procol Harum,
La Düsseldorf,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Buckinghams,
Blancmange,
Lalann,
Slick Rick,
Spoonie Gee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sound Behaviour,
Boz Scaggs,
Surgeon,
Rekid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra,
Hashim,
Malaria!,
Nik Kershaw,
Tears for Fears,
Scrapy,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Modern Lovers,
John Holt,
Quando Quango,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
10cc,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Hood,
Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Leaves,
Jeff Mills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Organ,
Pussy Galore,
Stiv Bators,
Smog,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moby Grape,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
The Blues Magoos,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.