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 Saudi Arabia and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Amon Düül to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Prince Buster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fluxion,
The Slits,
The Fall,
The Leaves,
Main Source,
The Litter,
The Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Groovy Waters,
The Birthday Party,
The Pretty Things,
Iggy Pop,
Soul II Soul,
The Mummies,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Sixth Finger,
Minor Threat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Das Ding,
Theoretical Girls,
Porter Ricks,
John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Josef K,
The Gories,
Scott Walker,
The Dave Clark Five,
Average White Band,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick May,
LL Cool J,
Easy Going,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barrington Levy,
Essential Logic,
Franke,
Basic Channel,
the Sonics,
The Slackers,
Bluetip,
Sugar Minott,
Steve Hackett,
Erykah Badu,
Nico,
The Neon Judgement,
Sandy B,
Arthur Verocai,
Ponytail,
Liliput,
Hasil Adkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Monolake,
Idris Muhammad,
the Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.