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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Bush Tetras to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Black Flag,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacob Miller,
The Gun Club,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doors,
Basic Channel,
the Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
Quantec,
PIL,
Masters at Work,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wally Richardson,
the Bar-Kays,
The J.B.'s,
Suicide,
LL Cool J,
Slick Rick,
Echospace,
The Count Five,
Harry Pussy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tears for Fears,
Neu!,
Freddie Wadling,
Bluetip,
Aaron Thompson,
Colin Newman,
Livin' Joy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Beau Brummels,
Kaleidoscope,
Pagans,
Tubeway Army,
Los Fastidios,
Nils Olav,
Trumans Water,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Tremeloes,
Lalann,
Reagan Youth,
Ultra Naté,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chrome,
Kayak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Görl,
Audionom,
Peter & Gordon,
Symarip,
X-101,
Sugar Minott,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.