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 Mexico and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 The Shadows of Knight to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Foxx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bauhaus,
Henry Cow,
10cc,
Todd Rundgren,
Magma,
Sugar Minott,
June Days,
Yazoo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Essential Logic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zero Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
T. Rex,
The Gun Club,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Sheep,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Simply Red,
Clear Light,
Lakeside,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oneida,
The Music Machine,
Fat Boys,
Brass Construction,
Deepchord,
Roxette,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Finger,
The Count Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Khruangbin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faust,
Chrome,
Mantronix,
Inner City,
Theoretical Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
PIL,
Soulsonic Force,
The Residents,
The Names,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.