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 Zambia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 The Gladiators to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ludus,
OOIOO,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Average White Band,
Minor Threat,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lucky Dragons,
the Slits,
Suburban Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Durutti Column,
Iggy Pop,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Swans,
Faust,
Magma,
10cc,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Nirvana,
Crooked Eye,
The Golliwogs,
Loose Ends,
Shuggie Otis,
The Residents,
Bill Wells,
The Red Krayola,
Davy DMX,
Depeche Mode,
The Cowsills,
X-101,
Stereo Dub,
Black Bananas,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Pretty Things,
The American Breed,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Almond,
Ultravox,
Kas Product,
cv313,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers,
Rufus Thomas,
The Buckinghams,
Moss Icon,
Fat Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Whodini,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
Sandy B,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Simply Red,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.