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 Honduras and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Oneida to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
E-Dancer,
Siglo XX,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Lynne,
James White and The Blacks,
ABBA,
The Litter,
The Fall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Procol Harum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Easy Going,
Japan,
Andrew Hill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter & Gordon,
Zero Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Outsiders,
Jandek,
Alison Limerick,
Negative Approach,
Max Romeo,
The Evens,
Young Marble Giants,
The Music Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Second Layer,
the Human League,
Brass Construction,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grey Daturas,
John Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
Masters at Work,
Piero Umiliani,
Wings,
B.T. Express,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gladiators,
Slick Rick,
Black Sheep,
Aloha Tigers,
The Five Americans,
Crime,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Flag,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eurythmics,
Graham Central Station,
Joensuu 1685,
Tom Boy,
Jacques Brel,
Sparks,
Mantronix,
Black Bananas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.