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 Korea North and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Pop Group to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
L. Decosne,
Black Sheep,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Lynne,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Vogues,
Fela Kuti,
Dead Boys,
One Last Wish,
The Associates,
Rapeman,
Al Stewart,
Tubeway Army,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Count Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tommy Roe,
Josef K,
Royal Trux,
Derrick Morgan,
Sandy B,
Kerri Chandler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Connie Case,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agent Orange,
Pylon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ituana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Lucky Dragons,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faust,
La Düsseldorf,
Flipper,
U.S. Maple,
Severed Heads,
Mandrill,
Los Fastidios,
Tres Demented,
Rekid,
ABBA,
Steve Hackett,
The Pop Group,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris Corsano,
Oneida,
T.S.O.L.,
Mars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Bar-Kays,
Dark Day,
JFA,
Bush Tetras,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.