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 Uganda 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Goldenarms to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Flamin' Groovies,
Absolute Body Control,
Charles Mingus,
Bush Tetras,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mummies,
The Real Kids,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dennis Brown,
The Stooges,
Aswad,
cv313,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nico,
Franke,
DJ Sneak,
Don Cherry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
These Immortal Souls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Leonard Cohen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxy Music,
Faraquet,
The Tremeloes,
The Evens,
Kaleidoscope,
Rosa Yemen,
New Order,
FM Einheit,
The Black Dice,
Lightning Bolt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Angels of Light,
Tears for Fears,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reuben Wilson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liliput,
Neil Young,
Deadbeat,
Agitation Free,
The Gap Band,
Howard Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Animal Collective,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.