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 Uruguay and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tres Demented to the punk 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Camberwell Now,
Leonard Cohen,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris & Cosey,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blackbyrds,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Womack,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Victims,
Radio Birdman,
Schoolly D,
Crime,
Rekid,
Barclay James Harvest,
In Retrospect,
Bad Manners,
Neu!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Newcleus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Black Bananas,
Moebius,
Sight & Sound,
Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faust,
Black Sheep,
The Music Machine,
China Crisis,
Gong,
Little Man,
Don Cherry,
Minny Pops,
This Heat,
Easy Going,
Buzzcocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
Roger Hodgson,
The Trojans,
Joyce Sims,
Surgeon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultra Naté,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wally Richardson,
Y Pants,
Skaos,
Kaleidoscope,
Yellowson,
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Panda Bear,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nirvana,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.