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 New Zealand and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Adolescents to the rock 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
OOIOO,
Traffic Nightmare,
DNA,
Rotary Connection,
Cameo,
Patti Smith,
Second Layer,
La Düsseldorf,
the Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Outsiders,
Joensuu 1685,
The Durutti Column,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fuzztones,
Negative Approach,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pylon,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stiv Bators,
Neu!,
Alton Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flipper,
Metal Thangz,
Cluster,
Animal Collective,
Ken Boothe,
Altered Images,
Audionom,
Delon & Dalcan,
Icehouse,
Zero Boys,
The Standells,
Skarface,
Scientists,
The Selecter,
Morten Harket,
Rod Modell,
Fad Gadget,
UT,
Inner City,
The Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
Hasil Adkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dead C,
the Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Q65,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.