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 Congo and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 T.S.O.L. to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Trumans Water,
Patti Smith,
The Selecter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mandrill,
The Standells,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James White and The Blacks,
Animal Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lungfish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nas,
Panda Bear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yellowson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Shadows of Knight,
OOIOO,
X-102,
Neil Young,
Lyres,
Groovy Waters,
The Modern Lovers,
Archie Shepp,
Brick,
Franke,
Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
The Pop Group,
Fat Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Shoche,
Television,
Underground Resistance,
The Music Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Morten Harket,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chrome,
Junior Murvin,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Teasers,
The Gap Band,
June of 44,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Sneak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vladislav Delay,
Cameo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed,
Terry Callier,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.