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 Sri Lanka and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Sonics to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Negative Approach,
B.T. Express,
Minor Threat,
The Star Department,
Guru Guru,
Rosa Yemen,
The Techniques,
The Selecter,
Zero Boys,
The Tremeloes,
The Smiths,
AZ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Byron Stingily,
Erasure,
Ken Boothe,
Bronski Beat,
Wings,
Bauhaus,
The Gun Club,
Ohio Players,
Prince Buster,
Pole,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacques Brel,
The Gories,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Human League,
The Dead C,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Order,
Rufus Thomas,
Quadrant,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Excepter,
Marvin Gaye,
Metal Thangz,
Barbara Tucker,
Dawn Penn,
Barry Ungar,
Qualms,
The Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Aaron Thompson,
Anakelly,
Rotary Connection,
Colin Newman,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zapp,
Sex Pistols,
Funkadelic,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.