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 Ivory Coast and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 The Cure to the punk 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABC,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick May,
Isaac Hayes,
The Velvet Underground,
Althea and Donna,
Funkadelic,
John Lydon,
Niagra,
Massinfluence,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Wings,
The Five Americans,
Excepter,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Trojans,
Marmalade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Motions,
Dual Sessions,
World's Most,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hashim,
Make Up,
Michelle Simonal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ponytail,
Ronan,
Scrapy,
The Knickerbockers,
Anthony Braxton,
Terrestrial Tones,
Subhumans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Walker Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echospace,
Don Cherry,
Roxy Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eddi Front,
Roger Hodgson,
Mission of Burma,
Godley & Creme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q65,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gap Band,
Qualms,
Toni Rubio,
Buzzcocks,
Pylon,
Easy Going,
Boz Scaggs,
Henry Cow,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.