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 Croatia and from Halifax.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 ABC to the jazz 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Underground Resistance,
David McCallum,
Scientists,
Minnie Riperton,
The Misunderstood,
Mr. Review,
48th St. Collective,
Deepchord,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Finger,
Drexciya,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sparks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aloha Tigers,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Freddie Wadling,
The Five Americans,
Television Personalities,
Sister Nancy,
PIL,
Bronski Beat,
The Beau Brummels,
Talk Talk,
Altered Images,
Letta Mbulu,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
La Düsseldorf,
Eli Mardock,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick May,
Kayak,
The Slackers,
Brothers Johnson,
AZ,
Aaron Thompson,
Barrington Levy,
Whodini,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul II Soul,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arcadia,
Ituana,
Erykah Badu,
cv313,
Desert Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Subhumans,
Tubeway Army,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harry Pussy,
Babytalk,
Todd Terry,
Sandy B,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.