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 United Kingdom 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Prince Buster,
Inner City,
Fat Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Moebius,
UT,
X-102,
Minny Pops,
The Saints,
The United States of America,
Half Japanese,
Fugazi,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ice-T,
The Stooges,
Nick Fraelich,
OOIOO,
Boz Scaggs,
Liliput,
Harry Pussy,
Bauhaus,
PIL,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gun Club,
U.S. Maple,
Chris Corsano,
Moby Grape,
Toni Rubio,
a-ha,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Depeche Mode,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terry Callier,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cowsills,
Buzzcocks,
MC5,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delta 5,
The Divine Comedy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Carl Craig,
R.M.O.,
The Martian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Bananas,
Todd Terry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalann,
Shoche,
Lakeside,
K-Klass,
Yellowson,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.