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 St Lucia and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Kinks to the grunge 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fortunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
One Last Wish,
Little Man,
Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Young Marble Giants,
Scientists,
Eric Dolphy,
Shuggie Otis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arthur Verocai,
Sarah Menescal,
Whodini,
Loose Ends,
Tom Boy,
Eli Mardock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry's Kids,
Faust,
Underground Resistance,
H. Thieme,
The Cure,
Simply Red,
Barrington Levy,
Michelle Simonal,
Connie Case,
Livin' Joy,
Kas Product,
Dead Boys,
FM Einheit,
Lightning Bolt,
AZ,
Royal Trux,
The Grass Roots,
Nico,
The Zeros,
Bobby Sherman,
cv313,
Q and Not U,
Country Teasers,
The Searchers,
Severed Heads,
Animal Collective,
The Smiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sandy B,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Qualms,
Junior Murvin,
The Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
8 Eyed Spy,
EPMD,
Marshall Jefferson,
Buzzcocks,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.