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 Barbados and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Erykah Badu to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Harry Pussy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Görl,
Bad Manners,
Maurizio,
Thee Headcoats,
Marine Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
the Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Barrington Levy,
The Cowsills,
ABBA,
The Happenings,
Japan,
Tom Boy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Selecter,
Wally Richardson,
The Misunderstood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blues Magoos,
Liliput,
Peter and Kerry,
Hot Snakes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Leonard Cohen,
Siglo XX,
Byron Stingily,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Motions,
Kenny Larkin,
Mantronix,
Ultravox,
The Last Poets,
Roxette,
Wire,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker,
Black Flag,
Slave,
Talk Talk,
Jawbox,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
Bill Near,
Gang Starr,
Stiv Bators,
The Beau Brummels,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.