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 United Kingdom and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stooges to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
10cc,
Minutemen,
Harmonia,
ABC,
Camberwell Now,
Sandy B,
Bad Manners,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Hill,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Khruangbin,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pop Group,
Section 25,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young,
Susan Cadogan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Idris Muhammad,
Pussy Galore,
Skaos,
X-Ray Spex,
Suburban Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
David Bowie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Parry Music,
Steve Hackett,
James White and The Blacks,
Davy DMX,
Althea and Donna,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Germs,
Archie Shepp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blossom Toes,
Maleditus Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Normal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aswad,
The Associates,
Soft Machine,
Nico,
Lucky Dragons,
Swell Maps,
The Count Five,
Ten City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The New Christs,
Skarface,
Barbara Tucker,
Boz Scaggs,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.