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 Jamaica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Tommy Roe to the grunge 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Metal Thangz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Residents,
Slick Rick,
Niagra,
The United States of America,
Goldenarms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faust,
Mo-Dettes,
The Last Poets,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moby Grape,
a-ha,
The Selecter,
E-Dancer,
Minnie Riperton,
Babytalk,
Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young,
The Smoke,
Rufus Thomas,
Unwound,
Silicon Teens,
Tears for Fears,
Yazoo,
Barrington Levy,
Morten Harket,
Jandek,
Letta Mbulu,
Mad Mike,
Cal Tjader,
Gong,
Slave,
Idris Muhammad,
The Toasters,
Sparks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gap Band,
Motorama,
Peter & Gordon,
Max Romeo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Second Layer,
The Moleskins,
This Heat,
Desert Stars,
Bauhaus,
Echospace,
Ultravox,
Joyce Sims,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Clarke,
H. Thieme,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.