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 Tanzania and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wire to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Aloha Tigers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Standells,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suburban Knight,
Anakelly,
Altered Images,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick Morgan,
Tim Buckley,
Little Man,
Fatback Band,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick May,
Jacques Brel,
UT,
The Fuzztones,
Patti Smith,
The Cowsills,
Blossom Toes,
The Saints,
Cluster,
Graham Central Station,
World's Most,
Moss Icon,
Lindisfarne,
China Crisis,
Deadbeat,
Niagra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spandau Ballet,
Accadde A,
Easy Going,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül,
Zero Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Count Five,
Dark Day,
Crime,
Skaos,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vainqueur,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wally Richardson,
Fat Boys,
The Names,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monolake,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Selecter,
Warsaw,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.