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 Ecuador and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 a-ha to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABBA,
Malaria!,
Grey Daturas,
Sister Nancy,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monks,
Connie Case,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
kango's stein massive,
The Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visage,
Gichy Dan,
10cc,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Index,
Pussy Galore,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rufus Thomas,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pretty Things,
The Sound,
Motorama,
KRS-One,
Brand Nubian,
The Sonics,
Pylon,
Jeff Lynne,
Maurizio,
Fear,
Accadde A,
Joey Negro,
Bob Dylan,
Grauzone,
Carl Craig,
Sugar Minott,
Pantaleimon,
The Divine Comedy,
Bad Manners,
Girls At Our Best!,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Searchers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moody Blues,
Peter & Gordon,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
a-ha,
Alice Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Ronan,
The Offenders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Isaac Hayes,
Scion,
Suburban Knight,
X-102,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.