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 Maldives and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 FM Einheit to the electroclash 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Visage,
Funky Four + One,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Count Five,
Goldenarms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Lydon,
Unwound,
Reuben Wilson,
The Human League,
Colin Newman,
Nico,
Marine Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Ultravox,
The Star Department,
cv313,
The Golliwogs,
Lower 48,
Nils Olav,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Mars,
Nik Kershaw,
Isaac Hayes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Motorama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moby Grape,
Tom Boy,
Swans,
Minutemen,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Trojans,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gladiators,
The Divine Comedy,
Steve Hackett,
Warsaw,
Rod Modell,
Urselle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Section 25,
The Residents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crooked Eye,
Gichy Dan,
Stereo Dub,
Soul Sonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Connie Case,
The Leaves,
Deepchord,
Outsiders,
Chrome,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.