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 France and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Rosa Yemen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lucky Dragons,
Procol Harum,
The Trojans,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sixth Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Outsiders,
Arab on Radar,
The Dead C,
Mad Mike,
Alton Ellis,
The Remains,
Minnie Riperton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Starr,
Rites of Spring,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pulsallama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eurythmics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The American Breed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harmonia,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Red Krayola,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Divine Comedy,
One Last Wish,
Reagan Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Pagans,
The Neon Judgement,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mantronix,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pere Ubu,
Yazoo,
Stetsasonic,
Royal Trux,
The Durutti Column,
Anakelly,
Dead Boys,
Don Cherry,
Soul II Soul,
Blossom Toes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grauzone,
Dorothy Ashby,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.