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 San Marino and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 ABBA to the funk 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
The Star Department,
Babytalk,
Lou Christie,
John Foxx,
Barbara Tucker,
James White and The Blacks,
Sarah Menescal,
Icehouse,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlback,
CMW,
David Axelrod,
Lyres,
Shuggie Otis,
The Neon Judgement,
Crash Course in Science,
Sight & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sandy B,
Cybotron,
The Standells,
Lucky Dragons,
Althea and Donna,
Wasted Youth,
The Seeds,
Monolake,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Victims,
Half Japanese,
The Toasters,
Excepter,
Agitation Free,
Sparks,
Blancmange,
DJ Style,
Tommy Roe,
Desert Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
Khruangbin,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare,
Soft Machine,
Whodini,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Real Kids,
the Germs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
B.T. Express,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.