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 Macedonia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
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 Gories,
Smog,
Hoover,
Dawn Penn,
The Barracudas,
T. Rex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Associates,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cure,
The Residents,
Harry Pussy,
The Blackbyrds,
Moss Icon,
KRS-One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
UT,
Curtis Mayfield,
Main Source,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Smooth,
The Real Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
World's Most,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Severed Heads,
David McCallum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Prince Buster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Guru Guru,
Gichy Dan,
John Foxx,
D'Angelo,
Supertramp,
Visage,
Quantec,
The Birthday Party,
Pulsallama,
Loose Ends,
Flash Fearless,
Be Bop Deluxe,
48th St. Collective,
Motorama,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monks,
Magma,
The Happenings,
Outsiders,
Scion,
Sparks,
Whodini,
MDC,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.