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 Guyana and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Zeros to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick May,
Black Moon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dark Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Piero Umiliani,
Icehouse,
Minutemen,
Eric Copeland,
Cal Tjader,
Circle Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liliput,
Index,
Banda Bassotti,
Cecil Taylor,
Stetsasonic,
Jandek,
Slave,
Curtis Mayfield,
Morten Harket,
Warren Ellis,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Hill,
June of 44,
The Star Department,
New Age Steppers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Infiniti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry's Kids,
Radio Birdman,
Ken Boothe,
David McCallum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mojo Men,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker,
Intrusion,
The Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
Scan 7,
Ten City,
Second Layer,
David Axelrod,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül II,
Beasts of Bourbon,
One Last Wish,
Boz Scaggs,
Aloha Tigers,
Vainqueur,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slackers,
The Kinks,
John Holt,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.