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 Austria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxette,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aaron Thompson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Bush Tetras,
Black Pus,
China Crisis,
Loose Ends,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nirvana,
The Wake,
Iggy Pop,
Alphaville,
Mo-Dettes,
Monks,
Essential Logic,
Main Source,
Depeche Mode,
the Germs,
Joensuu 1685,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Divine Comedy,
Erykah Badu,
Television,
the Association,
Anakelly,
Excepter,
Lucky Dragons,
Talk Talk,
Joey Negro,
The Cure,
Kurtis Blow,
Cymande,
Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
Chris Corsano,
Aswad,
Silicon Teens,
June of 44,
The Residents,
Pole,
Hoover,
Rites of Spring,
The Leaves,
Liliput,
Alison Limerick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
Porter Ricks,
Delta 5,
48th St. Collective,
Eddi Front,
Tears for Fears,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slave,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.