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 Niger and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes 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 R.M.O. to the jazz 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Niagra,
A Certain Ratio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Steve Hackett,
Patti Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blues Magoos,
Mo-Dettes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sarah Menescal,
Pole,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dead Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
David McCallum,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moody Blues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Babytalk,
Zero Boys,
The Fugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Organ,
The Alarm Clocks,
The J.B.'s,
Negative Approach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Davy DMX,
a-ha,
The Pop Group,
UT,
Joyce Sims,
Groovy Waters,
The Doors,
Agitation Free,
Todd Rundgren,
Little Man,
Das Ding,
Heaven 17,
Au Pairs,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minutemen,
Television,
Yusef Lateef,
Danielle Patucci,
Lightning Bolt,
Aloha Tigers,
Hot Snakes,
The Misunderstood,
Franke,
Erykah Badu,
Duran Duran,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
June of 44,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.