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 Iraq and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 Motions to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Bizarre Inc.,
T. Rex,
Faraquet,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young,
Jacques Brel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Tim Buckley,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra,
Rites of Spring,
Oblivians,
Intrusion,
The Move,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Motions,
Delta 5,
Scratch Acid,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul II Soul,
Kerri Chandler,
Radio Birdman,
Wasted Youth,
David McCallum,
The Pretty Things,
the Human League,
Sister Nancy,
Monks,
The J.B.'s,
Accadde A,
Country Teasers,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül II,
the Swans,
The Standells,
Cluster,
Negative Approach,
New York Dolls,
Warsaw,
X-102,
Fela Kuti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Whodini,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fortunes,
Sex Pistols,
Joey Negro,
Nils Olav,
Brand Nubian,
The Red Krayola,
The Selecter,
Buzzcocks,
Erasure,
DJ Sneak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kenny Larkin,
This Heat,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.