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 Honduras and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wally Richardson to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Victims,
Hardrive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mad Mike,
Derrick May,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sight & Sound,
The Music Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Move,
Freddie Wadling,
Rekid,
Donny Hathaway,
Althea and Donna,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Rod Modell,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Lynne,
Eve St. Jones,
AZ,
Todd Rundgren,
A Certain Ratio,
Intrusion,
The Blackbyrds,
the Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Leaves,
Buzzcocks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blues Magoos,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Absolute Body Control,
Minutemen,
Marmalade,
Warren Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Stooges,
The Searchers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Evens,
Saccharine Trust,
Tom Boy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doobie Brothers,
David McCallum,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang of Four,
Accadde A,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Main Source,
H. Thieme,
Deadbeat,
ABC,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.