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 Pakistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dead Boys,
MDC,
Babytalk,
Slave,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minnie Riperton,
Dark Day,
X-102,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Little Man,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Davy DMX,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scientists,
Das Ding,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Rekid,
The Invisible,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Osbourne,
World's Most,
Funky Four + One,
UT,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed,
Khruangbin,
The Litter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gun Club,
Scion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantytec,
Pharoah Sanders,
MC5,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry's Kids,
Thompson Twins,
Skaos,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Grass Roots,
Alton Ellis,
ABBA,
Tears for Fears,
Eden Ahbez,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Massinfluence,
Lucky Dragons,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Names,
Minutemen,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.