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 India and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 The Doors to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
the Association,
Kaleidoscope,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris & Cosey,
Delta 5,
Howard Jones,
The Doors,
Jerry's Kids,
Average White Band,
Infiniti,
John Holt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Audionom,
Carl Craig,
Brothers Johnson,
Piero Umiliani,
Warsaw,
Bush Tetras,
Ken Boothe,
The Saints,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pulsallama,
Eric Dolphy,
Von Mondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronnie Foster,
Bluetip,
MDC,
The Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erykah Badu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roger Hodgson,
Visage,
Fela Kuti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deadbeat,
New York Dolls,
the Bar-Kays,
Circle Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
The Techniques,
Ludus,
Neil Young,
Morten Harket,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Wells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Vogues,
The Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Peter & Gordon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bauhaus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moby Grape,
Slick Rick,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.