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 Sierra Leone and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Gang Green,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erasure,
New York Dolls,
UT,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zapp,
The Misunderstood,
One Last Wish,
DJ Style,
June of 44,
Sällskapet,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pretty Things,
Deakin,
Agent Orange,
Mo-Dettes,
Trumans Water,
The Fugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fire Engines,
MC5,
Moss Icon,
Marine Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Toni Rubio,
Kool Moe Dee,
L. Decosne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Connie Case,
The Modern Lovers,
The Kinks,
Gang Starr,
Marmalade,
Mars,
The Offenders,
Q65,
Theoretical Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
The J.B.'s,
The United States of America,
Eden Ahbez,
The Raincoats,
Jawbox,
Tres Demented,
Kurtis Blow,
The Five Americans,
Pantaleimon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eli Mardock,
Icehouse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül II,
Sugar Minott,
Flipper,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
China Crisis,
X-Ray Spex,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.