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 Norway and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Young Marble Giants to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Brothers Johnson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Morten Harket,
The Flesh Eaters,
Absolute Body Control,
Television,
Minnie Riperton,
MC5,
Tim Buckley,
Sparks,
Parry Music,
Agitation Free,
The Smoke,
Eric Copeland,
The Knickerbockers,
Zero Boys,
The Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Y Pants,
Nico,
Malaria!,
Rod Modell,
the Germs,
Cluster,
Ituana,
Skarface,
Qualms,
Blake Baxter,
Visage,
Duran Duran,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maurizio,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-Ray Spex,
Bad Manners,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unrelated Segments,
FM Einheit,
Depeche Mode,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bronski Beat,
MDC,
Masters at Work,
Joe Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Inner City,
Marvin Gaye,
The Buckinghams,
Simply Red,
Isaac Hayes,
the Human League,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.