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 Thailand and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lindisfarne to the grunge 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Clear Light,
Eurythmics,
The Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiohead,
Infiniti,
Little Man,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Barracudas,
Alton Ellis,
F. McDonald,
UT,
The Slits,
The Count Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
The Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pussy Galore,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Index,
The Stooges,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Last Poets,
Fatback Band,
Tommy Roe,
Letta Mbulu,
Loose Ends,
Joensuu 1685,
The J.B.'s,
David Axelrod,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Tremeloes,
Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Agitation Free,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Motorama,
Idris Muhammad,
Nas,
Nils Olav,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erykah Badu,
the Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Pulsallama,
The Leaves,
The Beau Brummels,
Goldenarms,
Godley & Creme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Fluxion,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
Main Source,
The Selecter,
Howard Jones,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.