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 Italy and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Depeche Mode,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
cv313,
Scion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rakim,
Pole,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Copeland,
Freddie Wadling,
Funky Four + One,
Yaz,
Wally Richardson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gabor Szabo,
Sällskapet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pierre Henry,
Bronski Beat,
Television,
Basic Channel,
Leonard Cohen,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Sherman,
Subhumans,
Bluetip,
Alison Limerick,
The Fugs,
Qualms,
Bill Near,
Cheater Slicks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Tremeloes,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy Collins,
T. Rex,
Ossler,
Erykah Badu,
Barrington Levy,
Crooked Eye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Mills,
Wire,
Thee Headcoats,
Hoover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.