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 Tuvalu and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boz Scaggs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Khruangbin,
Theoretical Girls,
48th St. Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amazonics,
The Five Americans,
Slick Rick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quantec,
K-Klass,
Eli Mardock,
Buzzcocks,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
D'Angelo,
Severed Heads,
Rekid,
Steve Hackett,
The Fugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Isaac Hayes,
Lower 48,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Zeros,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxette,
The Offenders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
La Düsseldorf,
Second Layer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monolake,
Symarip,
Brick,
Crime,
The Red Krayola,
Lakeside,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blancmange,
10cc,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Outsiders,
The Vogues,
Eurythmics,
Roger Hodgson,
Tim Buckley,
Carl Craig,
Scientists,
Drexciya,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.