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 Vanuatu and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Procol Harum to the crunk 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Crash Course in Science,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doors,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sugar Minott,
Y Pants,
Blossom Toes,
The Golliwogs,
New Order,
Faust,
The Divine Comedy,
Letta Mbulu,
Connie Case,
Main Source,
June Days,
Mad Mike,
The Cure,
The Mummies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Remains,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Niagra,
The Happenings,
Jacques Brel,
the Association,
Johnny Osbourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bush Tetras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fortunes,
Echospace,
Bad Manners,
Deadbeat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Q65,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Rundgren,
La Düsseldorf,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiopuhelimet,
Susan Cadogan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monks,
Public Enemy,
John Cale,
Pagans,
Deepchord,
Con Funk Shun,
Gong,
Nas,
Unrelated Segments,
Metal Thangz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marmalade,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.