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 Denmark and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 Morten Harket to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Copeland,
Ronan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Offenders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television,
New York Dolls,
The Remains,
F. McDonald,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
The Searchers,
Leonard Cohen,
Wally Richardson,
Joey Negro,
Spandau Ballet,
Wasted Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Selecter,
Technova,
Gang Starr,
Mr. Review,
The Monochrome Set,
Eve St. Jones,
Quadrant,
Japan,
Michelle Simonal,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Golliwogs,
The Saints,
Mad Mike,
the Association,
Eurythmics,
Country Teasers,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Rundgren,
Reagan Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Sällskapet,
Zero Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kas Product,
Fela Kuti,
Amazonics,
Motorama,
Urselle,
DNA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pretty Things,
Ossler,
Rotary Connection,
the Normal,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Cell,
EPMD,
Henry Cow,
The Monks,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.