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 Croatia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Sonics to the funk 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Joe Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jawbox,
The Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Barracudas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
World's Most,
Wally Richardson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Radiohead,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fear,
Tommy Roe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dorothy Ashby,
Massinfluence,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fortunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cheater Slicks,
Michelle Simonal,
Freddie Wadling,
Chrome,
Inner City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Real Kids,
Japan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Leonard Cohen,
Eddi Front,
Cybotron,
Yazoo,
The Star Department,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maurizio,
Zero Boys,
Joey Negro,
Derrick May,
Oneida,
David McCallum,
Pagans,
Tubeway Army,
Cluster,
Faust,
Cameo,
Iggy Pop,
Sarah Menescal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harry Pussy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultra Naté,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.