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 Yemen and from London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 Jawbox to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Loose Ends,
Cecil Taylor,
Excepter,
Curtis Mayfield,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Bourne,
Bluetip,
Bill Wells,
Kas Product,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cluster,
Dawn Penn,
The Dirtbombs,
Whodini,
Duran Duran,
Bob Dylan,
Joey Negro,
Quantec,
Charles Mingus,
Slick Rick,
The Cowsills,
Ohio Players,
Crash Course in Science,
Joensuu 1685,
The Kinks,
Television,
Wally Richardson,
Pulsallama,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sonics,
Main Source,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Standells,
The Move,
Buzzcocks,
D'Angelo,
The Barracudas,
Second Layer,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Infiniti,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monochrome Set,
KRS-One,
The Trojans,
Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
Gang Starr,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moby Grape,
Swans,
The Buckinghams,
Mantronix,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.