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 Oman and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Aswad,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Modern Lovers,
The Busters,
Cluster,
Average White Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Siglo XX,
Guru Guru,
The Barracudas,
Bush Tetras,
Barbara Tucker,
Grey Daturas,
Thee Headcoats,
Crime,
Shuggie Otis,
cv313,
Royal Trux,
The Velvet Underground,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sister Nancy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dawn Penn,
Severed Heads,
Wasted Youth,
The Litter,
Tommy Roe,
F. McDonald,
Lindisfarne,
Trumans Water,
Vladislav Delay,
Lower 48,
Country Teasers,
Con Funk Shun,
Frankie Knuckles,
Excepter,
Pantytec,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hasil Adkins,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Rundgren,
Fela Kuti,
LL Cool J,
Lakeside,
Max Romeo,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slackers,
Animal Collective,
The Slits,
Magazine,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Count Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Loose Ends,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.