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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Country Teasers to the grime 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Siglo XX,
Brand Nubian,
Livin' Joy,
The Golliwogs,
Rapeman,
The Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Alton Ellis,
China Crisis,
Newcleus,
The Selecter,
Model 500,
Dead Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nirvana,
Mars,
Eden Ahbez,
Agitation Free,
The United States of America,
Wings,
Yazoo,
Ponytail,
Dark Day,
The Walker Brothers,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magazine,
Soul II Soul,
The Fuzztones,
Das Ding,
E-Dancer,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Byron Stingily,
Japan,
James White and The Blacks,
Blancmange,
Robert Hood,
Simply Red,
Janne Schatter,
Qualms,
The Skatalites,
Tom Boy,
Pere Ubu,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Teasers,
Juan Atkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Von Mondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Intrusion,
Public Enemy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arcadia,
Bobby Womack,
Half Japanese,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.