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 Egypt and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 David Bowie 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 The United States of America to the crunk 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Invisible,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wings,
MC5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Godley & Creme,
Make Up,
Unwound,
Con Funk Shun,
Moebius,
Vainqueur,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Babytalk,
The Tremeloes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
Inner City,
X-101,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jimmy McGriff,
China Crisis,
Black Bananas,
Ultra Naté,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arthur Verocai,
Graham Central Station,
The Cramps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Loose Ends,
Aswad,
Parry Music,
Roxy Music,
the Association,
Whodini,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masters at Work,
The Mummies,
Magma,
Sun City Girls,
Scientists,
Faust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eden Ahbez,
Spoonie Gee,
Au Pairs,
The Fugs,
Slick Rick,
John Holt,
Neu!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boredoms,
Joe Finger,
Stetsasonic,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suicide,
Joey Negro,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.