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 Nicaragua and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Rod Modell to the funk 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dawn Penn,
Morten Harket,
Isaac Hayes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Von Mondo,
The Victims,
Sparks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Intrusion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slave,
Bobby Byrd,
Pulsallama,
The Cramps,
The Barracudas,
Bob Dylan,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Style,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris Corsano,
Danielle Patucci,
ABBA,
The Saints,
Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Crooked Eye,
Q65,
Donny Hathaway,
Lucky Dragons,
Can,
Skarface,
One Last Wish,
H. Thieme,
Joe Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Little Man,
The Durutti Column,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül II,
Chrome,
The New Christs,
Unrelated Segments,
Harry Pussy,
Darondo,
The Blackbyrds,
Vladislav Delay,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Surgeon,
Nas,
Soul II Soul,
Michelle Simonal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.