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 Bangladesh 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
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 harpsichord 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 Dead Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Barry Ungar,
The Skatalites,
Arcadia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heaven 17,
Metal Thangz,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Qualms,
Flash Fearless,
Isaac Hayes,
Cecil Taylor,
Fat Boys,
Scion,
ABBA,
DJ Sneak,
Talk Talk,
World's Most,
Reuben Wilson,
Jawbox,
Malaria!,
Donald Byrd,
Black Sheep,
Gong,
The Kinks,
Stereo Dub,
Shuggie Otis,
David Bowie,
Ludus,
The Moleskins,
The Buckinghams,
Hoover,
Y Pants,
The Associates,
The Smiths,
The Gladiators,
Radio Birdman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brothers Johnson,
Barrington Levy,
Adolescents,
Althea and Donna,
Beasts of Bourbon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
KRS-One,
Boredoms,
Rakim,
The American Breed,
Nik Kershaw,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bauhaus,
Sällskapet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Laurel Aitken,
Monolake,
Iggy Pop,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.