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 Korea North and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 The Neon Judgement to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ludus,
Sonic Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Toni Rubio,
Junior Murvin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alphaville,
The Standells,
Grauzone,
CMW,
Rites of Spring,
Joensuu 1685,
Sam Rivers,
Mr. Review,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slackers,
The Busters,
Connie Case,
The Skatalites,
Janne Schatter,
Swans,
Archie Shepp,
Tim Buckley,
Iggy Pop,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monochrome Set,
Wings,
Moebius,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
kango's stein massive,
Freddie Wadling,
Gichy Dan,
The Fall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The American Breed,
Sixth Finger,
F. McDonald,
Ituana,
The Buckinghams,
Organ,
Eli Mardock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Axelrod,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zero Boys,
The Names,
Maurizio,
UT,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.