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 Ecuador and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Can to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case 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 Toasters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minny Pops,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Morten Harket,
Joe Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quantec,
Metal Thangz,
The Wake,
The Golliwogs,
One Last Wish,
Susan Cadogan,
Roger Hodgson,
Liliput,
Kerri Chandler,
The Litter,
Bauhaus,
Pulsallama,
La Düsseldorf,
The American Breed,
Sun City Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
10cc,
K-Klass,
D'Angelo,
Bill Near,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare,
Clear Light,
Lower 48,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nirvana,
Pantaleimon,
Deadbeat,
Faust,
Deakin,
Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Althea and Donna,
Magazine,
Inner City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sarah Menescal,
The Count Five,
Joy Division,
World's Most,
Sun Ra,
Yazoo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Terry,
Spandau Ballet,
The Divine Comedy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.