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 Kazakhstan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Germs to the rock 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Crash Course in Science,
The Kinks,
Spoonie Gee,
Prince Buster,
The Modern Lovers,
Leonard Cohen,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Style,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Görl,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camberwell Now,
Television,
June of 44,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ituana,
Moebius,
Eurythmics,
Tim Buckley,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cymande,
Lower 48,
Lalo Schifrin,
Malaria!,
The Fugs,
Technova,
Pussy Galore,
Jacques Brel,
Y Pants,
Lalann,
The Dead C,
Brass Construction,
The Misunderstood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Duran Duran,
Kerrie Biddell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Theoretical Girls,
The J.B.'s,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare,
The Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Kurtis Blow,
Don Cherry,
Alphaville,
The Associates,
Symarip,
Henry Cow,
Mr. Review,
Outsiders,
Aaron Thompson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
Crispian St. Peters,
T.S.O.L.,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.