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 East Timor and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gastr Del Sol to the dance 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The J.B.'s,
The Barracudas,
Moebius,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crash Course in Science,
the Slits,
Pussy Galore,
Harmonia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cymande,
Skriet,
Eden Ahbez,
Faust,
Mad Mike,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slick Rick,
Mandrill,
Gang of Four,
Little Man,
The Associates,
Eric Dolphy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Don Cherry,
Fluxion,
Maleditus Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Scratch Acid,
Franke,
Brothers Johnson,
Smog,
Bluetip,
Black Sheep,
Angry Samoans,
The American Breed,
The Dave Clark Five,
June of 44,
Boogie Down Productions,
New York Dolls,
The Litter,
The Birthday Party,
Iggy Pop,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gap Band,
Kaleidoscope,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young,
The Young Rascals,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick Morgan,
Connie Case,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-102,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Trumans Water,
Jawbox,
Warsaw,
Organ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.