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 Poland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Real Kids to the dance 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Grey Daturas,
The Motions,
Robert Görl,
The Monochrome Set,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Porter Ricks,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deadbeat,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool Moe Dee,
Judy Mowatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sugar Minott,
Minor Threat,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxette,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funkadelic,
One Last Wish,
Brothers Johnson,
Desert Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eden Ahbez,
Althea and Donna,
Carl Craig,
Little Man,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gories,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moleskins,
The Fall,
the Slits,
Gang of Four,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pop Group,
The Blackbyrds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hot Snakes,
Section 25,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Rakim,
Heaven 17,
The Count Five,
The Vogues,
Yellowson,
Toni Rubio,
World's Most,
The Standells,
Ossler,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.