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 Austria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Mr. Review 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Count Five,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young,
Das Ding,
The Move,
Jacob Miller,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deepchord,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oneida,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hashim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Talk Talk,
Soft Machine,
LL Cool J,
Nas,
Eve St. Jones,
Thompson Twins,
Byron Stingily,
The Neon Judgement,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Stooges,
Sex Pistols,
Sixth Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Silicon Teens,
Bang On A Can,
Youth Brigade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-101,
Buzzcocks,
Delta 5,
Ituana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ponytail,
Reuben Wilson,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Flag,
Brothers Johnson,
DNA,
Cybotron,
Severed Heads,
Freddie Wadling,
Minor Threat,
Fat Boys,
Masters at Work,
Sarah Menescal,
Visage,
Easy Going,
June Days,
The Fortunes,
Sister Nancy,
David Bowie,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cure,
The Trojans,
Ultravox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.