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 Tanzania and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Ronan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harmonia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scratch Acid,
Tres Demented,
Warsaw,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Age Steppers,
Infiniti,
Scan 7,
Peter & Gordon,
Delta 5,
Niagra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun City Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
The Misunderstood,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Fraelich,
Lyres,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scion,
Yazoo,
The Trojans,
The Grass Roots,
The Cure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neu!,
Grey Daturas,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wire,
Aswad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Near,
The Five Americans,
the Bar-Kays,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minnie Riperton,
Los Fastidios,
John Cale,
Howard Jones,
Steve Hackett,
The Residents,
Jawbox,
The Beau Brummels,
Harpers Bizarre,
Y Pants,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash,
Negative Approach,
Eli Mardock,
PIL,
Radiohead,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Style,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.