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 Estonia and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Lyres to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donny Hathaway,
Isaac Hayes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harry Pussy,
Barrington Levy,
Porter Ricks,
The Durutti Column,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skriet,
John Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
The Real Kids,
T. Rex,
The Pretty Things,
the Human League,
Ossler,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Panda Bear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Offenders,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dirtbombs,
MDC,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fluxion,
Roger Hodgson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rotary Connection,
Bad Manners,
Mo-Dettes,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
48th St. Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Green,
Rufus Thomas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flash Fearless,
Essential Logic,
Main Source,
Oblivians,
Cameo,
Rekid,
Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Parry Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Victims,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Womack,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.