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 Namibia and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
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 chamberlin 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 Flash Fearless to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Joe Finger,
The Wake,
Matthew Halsall,
Magazine,
Gichy Dan,
Howard Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
Nik Kershaw,
Buzzcocks,
Iggy Pop,
Bush Tetras,
The Techniques,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeru the Damaja,
Isaac Hayes,
Technova,
Jacques Brel,
Josef K,
Prince Buster,
Bill Wells,
Crash Course in Science,
Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lungfish,
Bauhaus,
Todd Rundgren,
Dark Day,
ABBA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Smooth,
Sällskapet,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
These Immortal Souls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slick Rick,
T.S.O.L.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swell Maps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Normal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boz Scaggs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harmonia,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Dolphy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.