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 United States and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 Wings to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mad Mike record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Schoolly D,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Bananas,
The American Breed,
Bush Tetras,
The Durutti Column,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bluetip,
Stiv Bators,
Mars,
Bobby Sherman,
Vainqueur,
Mo-Dettes,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker,
The Saints,
Jandek,
Bob Dylan,
the Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
Carl Craig,
La Düsseldorf,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
R.M.O.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wally Richardson,
Stetsasonic,
Negative Approach,
a-ha,
Anakelly,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Loose Ends,
Boredoms,
the Germs,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare,
The Raincoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Techniques,
Robert Görl,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lindisfarne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Duran Duran,
Gichy Dan,
kango's stein massive,
The Vogues,
Chris Corsano,
Bauhaus,
Model 500,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MC5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Morten Harket,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.