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 Liberia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Tommy Roe to the rap 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Simply Red,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacques Brel,
Jeff Lynne,
LL Cool J,
Hasil Adkins,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Patti Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Bauhaus,
The Velvet Underground,
Vainqueur,
Byron Stingily,
Ralphi Rosario,
Metal Thangz,
Rotary Connection,
The Kinks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sister Nancy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mandrill,
Susan Cadogan,
Don Cherry,
The Smiths,
Lower 48,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Germs,
Marshall Jefferson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yellowson,
Quadrant,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed,
Malaria!,
Masters at Work,
Dead Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Connie Case,
The Mojo Men,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flipper,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yaz,
Eve St. Jones,
Zapp,
Silicon Teens,
Colin Newman,
The Victims,
Ken Boothe,
Little Man,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül,
The Searchers,
FM Einheit,
The Leaves,
a-ha,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.