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 Ukraine and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Count Five to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Halsall,
Y Pants,
Camberwell Now,
Don Cherry,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxette,
Soulsonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
Parry Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Image Ltd.,
Byron Stingily,
D'Angelo,
Q and Not U,
Pierre Henry,
Simply Red,
Loose Ends,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ohio Players,
Grauzone,
Mo-Dettes,
Japan,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Near,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Detroit Cobras,
OOIOO,
Quadrant,
The Moody Blues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Franke,
T. Rex,
Funky Four + One,
Blancmange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dual Sessions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magazine,
The Modern Lovers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Motions,
The Barracudas,
The Saints,
Groovy Waters,
Au Pairs,
Gabor Szabo,
Mantronix,
Chris & Cosey,
Television Personalities,
Alison Limerick,
Eddi Front,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Subhumans,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.