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 Italy and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Sheep to the punk 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Gladiators,
Porter Ricks,
Ituana,
Sonny Sharrock,
One Last Wish,
The Star Department,
Max Romeo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lindisfarne,
Heaven 17,
Duran Duran,
Stiv Bators,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Dolphy,
the Association,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Metal Thangz,
Glenn Branca,
James White and The Blacks,
the Germs,
Erykah Badu,
Outsiders,
Henry Cow,
Marcia Griffiths,
World's Most,
The Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
Archie Shepp,
June Days,
Danielle Patucci,
the Human League,
Ronan,
Avey Tare,
The Cure,
The Cowsills,
The Associates,
Mo-Dettes,
Idris Muhammad,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mars,
Alice Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
Black Moon,
Sight & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
UT,
Marc Almond,
Rosa Yemen,
Royal Trux,
Harmonia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Görl,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.