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 Ecuador and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the dance 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heaven 17,
kango's stein massive,
a-ha,
The Cure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Skatalites,
Reuben Wilson,
Barrington Levy,
Spandau Ballet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skriet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wings,
Janne Schatter,
The Music Machine,
Main Source,
Thee Headcoats,
Cluster,
The Busters,
Joe Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Section 25,
Das Ding,
The Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jandek,
Kerri Chandler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Christie,
Ten City,
Fat Boys,
Technova,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Sherman,
Popol Vuh,
Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
Sällskapet,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Pere Ubu,
Severed Heads,
the Germs,
Moby Grape,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mission of Burma,
Con Funk Shun,
Excepter,
Desert Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Foxx,
the Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.