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 Russia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Moby Grape 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slackers,
F. McDonald,
Camberwell Now,
Pere Ubu,
48th St. Collective,
Henry Cow,
E-Dancer,
Sight & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deakin,
Brass Construction,
The Gladiators,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra,
The Smoke,
Yusef Lateef,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Silicon Teens,
Alice Coltrane,
Average White Band,
The Misunderstood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Qualms,
Underground Resistance,
Scrapy,
Bill Near,
Steve Hackett,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABBA,
Mo-Dettes,
Moby Grape,
Ponytail,
Television,
Franke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Prince Buster,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aaron Thompson,
The Standells,
Unwound,
Wire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Searchers,
Spoonie Gee,
Zapp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Schoolly D,
Mantronix,
Man Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Star Department,
Josef K,
The Toasters,
Sister Nancy,
LL Cool J,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.