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 Germany and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the jazz 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Royal Trux,
Wally Richardson,
the Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Liliput,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Bush Tetras,
Tim Buckley,
Toni Rubio,
Magazine,
The Mojo Men,
Darondo,
Theoretical Girls,
OOIOO,
Das Ding,
The Fuzztones,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Procol Harum,
Circle Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drexciya,
Matthew Bourne,
The Victims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Near,
Supertramp,
Mantronix,
The Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
T.S.O.L.,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Television Personalities,
Sugar Minott,
Steve Hackett,
The Toasters,
Sound Behaviour,
Quadrant,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang of Four,
Pulsallama,
The Blues Magoos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nils Olav,
Skarface,
Cluster,
Don Cherry,
Carl Craig,
Monolake,
The Pretty Things,
Connie Case,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick Morgan,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Association,
Pagans,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.