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 Philippines and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the crunk 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dave Gahan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
The Black Dice,
Sam Rivers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gun Club,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Talk Talk,
Panda Bear,
Lindisfarne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Josef K,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fall,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-102,
Crooked Eye,
Charles Mingus,
The Searchers,
Qualms,
Deepchord,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Parrish,
David Bowie,
The Gories,
Swans,
Agitation Free,
Thompson Twins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nas,
The Knickerbockers,
Khruangbin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Little Man,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Byrd,
Massinfluence,
June Days,
Interpol,
Mo-Dettes,
Siglo XX,
Infiniti,
The Gladiators,
K-Klass,
The Raincoats,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare,
The Cramps,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry's Kids,
Mantronix,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.