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 Austria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxy Music,
Connie Case,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warsaw,
Rosa Yemen,
The Victims,
X-Ray Spex,
Sam Rivers,
Quando Quango,
Funkadelic,
The Birthday Party,
The Star Department,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lower 48,
Eric Copeland,
R.M.O.,
Ultravox,
Half Japanese,
Brass Construction,
The Neon Judgement,
Joy Division,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalo Schifrin,
Laurel Aitken,
Kayak,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MC5,
The Index,
The Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
Faraquet,
Goldenarms,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Easy Going,
Prince Buster,
Tubeway Army,
Accadde A,
Maurizio,
Hasil Adkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxette,
Tears for Fears,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.