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 Panama and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Searchers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Eden Ahbez,
The Star Department,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shoche,
Alphaville,
Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
Quantec,
The Invisible,
Bobby Sherman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skaos,
The Stooges,
The Divine Comedy,
Eli Mardock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eurythmics,
Severed Heads,
The Smiths,
Khruangbin,
Eddi Front,
Hot Snakes,
Judy Mowatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gun Club,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Copeland,
Talk Talk,
Susan Cadogan,
The Black Dice,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
10cc,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ossler,
Kool Moe Dee,
U.S. Maple,
Dark Day,
The Happenings,
The Martian,
The Victims,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cowsills,
the Sonics,
The Wake,
Zapp,
The Grass Roots,
Babytalk,
Easy Going,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Royal Trux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.