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 Mali and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Warren Ellis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Loose Ends,
Schoolly D,
Henry Cow,
Alison Limerick,
Metal Thangz,
Sister Nancy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cal Tjader,
Sällskapet,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fortunes,
AZ,
Desert Stars,
Minor Threat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flamin' Groovies,
Althea and Donna,
The Tremeloes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Alarm Clocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Connie Case,
Bluetip,
Moby Grape,
Tres Demented,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rotary Connection,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blossom Toes,
Cybotron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blackbyrds,
D'Angelo,
Barry Ungar,
Judy Mowatt,
The Golliwogs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alice Coltrane,
Simply Red,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül II,
Outsiders,
Juan Atkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Stooges,
Aaron Thompson,
Goldenarms,
Sun City Girls,
Joy Division,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gories,
Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Average White Band,
Excepter,
Girls At Our Best!,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.