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 Namibia and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Toni Rubio to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Josef K,
Skriet,
Animal Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barry Ungar,
The Blackbyrds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Trojans,
Mary Jane Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Lynne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lungfish,
Crispian St. Peters,
In Retrospect,
Davy DMX,
Eric Copeland,
Los Fastidios,
Tommy Roe,
Quantec,
Swell Maps,
These Immortal Souls,
The Skatalites,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Silicon Teens,
The Pretty Things,
Sarah Menescal,
Danielle Patucci,
David Axelrod,
The Saints,
T. Rex,
Symarip,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aural Exciters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minor Threat,
Rufus Thomas,
Ken Boothe,
Minutemen,
Erasure,
Fear,
Nils Olav,
The Kinks,
Alphaville,
The Tremeloes,
Gichy Dan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
Sister Nancy,
Michelle Simonal,
Kas Product,
Television Personalities,
Q65,
The Offenders,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.