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 Armenia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Be Bop Deluxe 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Public Enemy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maurizio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Evens,
Janne Schatter,
Adolescents,
La Düsseldorf,
ABBA,
Desert Stars,
the Association,
Rod Modell,
Subhumans,
Crash Course in Science,
UT,
Don Cherry,
Q and Not U,
Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
Eve St. Jones,
Fatback Band,
Symarip,
This Heat,
The Barracudas,
Soft Machine,
Amazonics,
The Toasters,
Jawbox,
Bronski Beat,
The Young Rascals,
The Gladiators,
Hasil Adkins,
Wire,
Liliput,
Crooked Eye,
Aural Exciters,
The Cowsills,
Dorothy Ashby,
Urselle,
Joy Division,
The Searchers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Albert Ayler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dawn Penn,
New Order,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Teasers,
Gabor Szabo,
Rufus Thomas,
Lakeside,
Skarface,
Severed Heads,
Sugar Minott,
The Walker Brothers,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Saccharine Trust,
The Knickerbockers,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.