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 Cameroon and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Blues Magoos to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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,
The Standells,
The Cramps,
The Five Americans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sam Rivers,
Spoonie Gee,
Blossom Toes,
Urselle,
Oneida,
The Mummies,
Technova,
The Move,
Josef K,
Scan 7,
The Toasters,
The Fortunes,
The Sound,
Lungfish,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick Morgan,
Minny Pops,
Underground Resistance,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tom Boy,
Bill Wells,
Lebanon Hanover,
Little Man,
Kool Moe Dee,
Toni Rubio,
X-101,
Dave Gahan,
The Monks,
Darondo,
Easy Going,
Negative Approach,
Arthur Verocai,
Brass Construction,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Görl,
Subhumans,
New Order,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Evens,
The Beau Brummels,
Roger Hodgson,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Hill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fad Gadget,
Wolf Eyes,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.