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 Mozambique and from New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 MC5 to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
MDC,
Bobby Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
Blossom Toes,
The Standells,
Toni Rubio,
Accadde A,
Dennis Brown,
The Fugs,
Country Teasers,
The Real Kids,
The Searchers,
Absolute Body Control,
Eve St. Jones,
Bad Manners,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The American Breed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Symarip,
Cluster,
Crooked Eye,
The Beau Brummels,
The Litter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Anakelly,
Wolf Eyes,
Oblivians,
Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
Circle Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cymande,
Max Romeo,
Rakim,
Supertramp,
Silicon Teens,
Wings,
The Fall,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Bourne,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxy Music,
the Association,
Carl Craig,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Von Mondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Foxx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.