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 Azerbaijan and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
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 harpsichord 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the disco 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agent Orange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joensuu 1685,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kurtis Blow,
Guru Guru,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter and Kerry,
The Zeros,
Symarip,
Qualms,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slackers,
Barbara Tucker,
Joey Negro,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Soft Cell,
Roxette,
The Divine Comedy,
Funky Four + One,
The Mojo Men,
Make Up,
Mad Mike,
Lungfish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Howard Jones,
The Black Dice,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
Robert Görl,
Quando Quango,
Accadde A,
The Alarm Clocks,
Steve Hackett,
Hasil Adkins,
The Leaves,
The Buckinghams,
Chris & Cosey,
Newcleus,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Schoolly D,
Ohio Players,
Cybotron,
Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cymande,
Yusef Lateef,
The Searchers,
Amazonics,
The Victims,
Archie Shepp,
Deepchord,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.