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 Tunisia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
MC5,
The Blues Magoos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Wells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minor Threat,
Cal Tjader,
Motorama,
Minutemen,
Maurizio,
These Immortal Souls,
Maleditus Sound,
Scan 7,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yazoo,
Television,
The Cure,
Alice Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
Essential Logic,
Jacob Miller,
Steve Hackett,
Stereo Dub,
Intrusion,
Japan,
Black Bananas,
Alphaville,
Donny Hathaway,
Flamin' Groovies,
Davy DMX,
Rufus Thomas,
Marmalade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Lynne,
Siglo XX,
Unrelated Segments,
The Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Cale,
The Music Machine,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cameo,
Tres Demented,
Throbbing Gristle,
Main Source,
Buzzcocks,
Yaz,
Quando Quango,
Visage,
Inner City,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magma,
Sugar Minott,
Kerri Chandler,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.