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 Namibia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeff Lynne 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Siglo XX,
Ohio Players,
Janne Schatter,
The Cure,
Newcleus,
KRS-One,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxette,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Womack,
Pantytec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Desert Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gichy Dan,
Mad Mike,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
PIL,
Anthony Braxton,
Scientists,
Iggy Pop,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül,
Das Ding,
Clear Light,
Lou Christie,
Minnie Riperton,
Audionom,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Los Fastidios,
The Trojans,
The Divine Comedy,
Groovy Waters,
Black Moon,
Vladislav Delay,
Crash Course in Science,
Malaria!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slave,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ponytail,
Bluetip,
The Pretty Things,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gap Band,
Rotary Connection,
Steve Hackett,
Q and Not U,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Sonics,
Cymande,
Tres Demented,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rod Modell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.