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 Yemen and from London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grandmaster Flash 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
Make Up,
Porter Ricks,
The Litter,
The Mummies,
DJ Style,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Icehouse,
The Blackbyrds,
Hashim,
Subhumans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxette,
Roger Hodgson,
Underground Resistance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spoonie Gee,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry's Kids,
Deepchord,
Bizarre Inc.,
One Last Wish,
The Birthday Party,
The Selecter,
In Retrospect,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dead C,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Lynne,
Cymande,
Grey Daturas,
Maleditus Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Brass Construction,
Amazonics,
James White and The Blacks,
D'Angelo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joyce Sims,
Saccharine Trust,
The Skatalites,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun City Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Smog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick Morgan,
Michelle Simonal,
Sex Pistols,
Nirvana,
Juan Atkins,
Banda Bassotti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonic Youth,
Ohio Players,
Chris Corsano,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.