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 Congo and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Amazonics,
The Trojans,
The Grass Roots,
X-Ray Spex,
Quando Quango,
Altered Images,
Eurythmics,
The Doors,
Los Fastidios,
Pole,
Harmonia,
Severed Heads,
Boredoms,
Tom Boy,
Idris Muhammad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anakelly,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grey Daturas,
The Sonics,
the Germs,
Todd Terry,
The Mojo Men,
Second Layer,
Sister Nancy,
This Heat,
Bill Near,
The Fall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Darondo,
The Pretty Things,
Minor Threat,
The Move,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Marine Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erasure,
Maurizio,
Isaac Hayes,
Donny Hathaway,
Loose Ends,
Lakeside,
Swell Maps,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alton Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Womack,
Thee Headcoats,
Ituana,
Radio Birdman,
Brass Construction,
LL Cool J,
Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Intrusion,
The Divine Comedy,
Wire,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.