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 Uganda and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Dead C to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pagans,
The Birthday Party,
Lungfish,
Black Sheep,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dave Clark Five,
FM Einheit,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Royal Trux,
Mission of Burma,
Depeche Mode,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
OOIOO,
Sparks,
Vladislav Delay,
Erykah Badu,
Dennis Brown,
Accadde A,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skarface,
The Trojans,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül II,
UT,
The Grass Roots,
The Fortunes,
Don Cherry,
Steve Hackett,
Man Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Pus,
Pussy Galore,
The Dirtbombs,
Juan Atkins,
The Fall,
Buzzcocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ossler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra,
Parry Music,
Blancmange,
Camouflage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pere Ubu,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry's Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kurtis Blow,
Laurel Aitken,
The Index,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Simply Red,
Oblivians,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monolake,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.