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 Nauru and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Move to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Deakin,
Q65,
ABBA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Danielle Patucci,
This Heat,
Arcadia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Buckinghams,
Hashim,
Fear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang of Four,
The Names,
Country Teasers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oneida,
Babytalk,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gun Club,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter & Gordon,
The Pop Group,
Parry Music,
Derrick Morgan,
MDC,
Minor Threat,
Intrusion,
cv313,
Bobby Womack,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Guru Guru,
Tres Demented,
Lindisfarne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hasil Adkins,
Shuggie Otis,
Urselle,
Zero Boys,
Crime,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Youth Brigade,
David Axelrod,
Alison Limerick,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arthur Verocai,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.