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 Cameroon and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cowsills to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Starr,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare,
Second Layer,
Nick Fraelich,
Oneida,
Marvin Gaye,
Byron Stingily,
Banda Bassotti,
The Beau Brummels,
Yusef Lateef,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
Porter Ricks,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül II,
Youth Brigade,
Colin Newman,
Deakin,
Unwound,
Eurythmics,
Oblivians,
Nico,
Grauzone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yaz,
Stiv Bators,
Section 25,
F. McDonald,
Arthur Verocai,
Donny Hathaway,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hoover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun City Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Whodini,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ludus,
Crime,
Danielle Patucci,
Soulsonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Morten Harket,
Franke,
Mo-Dettes,
PIL,
Bill Wells,
Soft Machine,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.