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 Mauritania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Trumans Water,
Drexciya,
John Holt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Connie Case,
Hashim,
JFA,
Mark Hollis,
The Fall,
Roxy Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Hill,
Sam Rivers,
Black Pus,
Marvin Gaye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Inner City,
Black Moon,
Excepter,
Robert Hood,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
U.S. Maple,
Metal Thangz,
Monks,
Suburban Knight,
Bush Tetras,
The J.B.'s,
Adolescents,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Sheep,
The Music Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Outsiders,
The Zeros,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oneida,
Marc Almond,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
LL Cool J,
Rod Modell,
Flash Fearless,
The Birthday Party,
Scan 7,
John Cale,
F. McDonald,
The Raincoats,
Talk Talk,
Donny Hathaway,
Thompson Twins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Au Pairs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glambeats Corp.,
D'Angelo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.