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 Cambodia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Associates to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Velvet Underground,
DNA,
Accadde A,
Tears for Fears,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Tremeloes,
Shoche,
Kerri Chandler,
Silicon Teens,
Brothers Johnson,
the Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Axelrod,
Howard Jones,
MC5,
Franke,
Carl Craig,
Funkadelic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camouflage,
Neil Young,
the Association,
Glenn Branca,
The Move,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amazonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
Gang of Four,
New Order,
Michelle Simonal,
Vainqueur,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Al Stewart,
Deadbeat,
The Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
The Last Poets,
Brass Construction,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moleskins,
Radio Birdman,
X-Ray Spex,
Infiniti,
Gang Green,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Rod Modell,
Skaos,
The Count Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Zeros,
David McCallum,
Fear,
Hasil Adkins,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.