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 Paraguay and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Mad Mike to the funk 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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Durutti Column,
Wally Richardson,
Echospace,
Make Up,
Kerri Chandler,
Mad Mike,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Almond,
Interpol,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swell Maps,
Surgeon,
Bootsy Collins,
Whodini,
Symarip,
Soft Cell,
Josef K,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wings,
R.M.O.,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiopuhelimet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
The Mummies,
Wire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Womack,
Y Pants,
Minor Threat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Flag,
Barbara Tucker,
Severed Heads,
The Count Five,
Ten City,
John Foxx,
The Beau Brummels,
Amazonics,
The Black Dice,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June Days,
Nico,
Sun City Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mojo Men,
X-102,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Teasers,
Mandrill,
Minny Pops,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Star Department,
T.S.O.L.,
Donny Hathaway,
The Misunderstood,
Darondo,
Ultra Naté,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.