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 Rwanda and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
Alison Limerick,
Nirvana,
Accadde A,
Chrome,
Rotary Connection,
World's Most,
Boredoms,
ABBA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bad Manners,
Lower 48,
Niagra,
Toni Rubio,
Ohio Players,
Visage,
Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
Slick Rick,
The Names,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Bar-Kays,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultra Naté,
Wolf Eyes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angry Samoans,
Masters at Work,
Tubeway Army,
Minutemen,
Rosa Yemen,
Alton Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
The Moleskins,
The Associates,
CMW,
Joensuu 1685,
Soulsonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lindisfarne,
These Immortal Souls,
10cc,
Janne Schatter,
H. Thieme,
Freddie Wadling,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Pus,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smoke,
The Blues Magoos,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Grass Roots,
Pere Ubu,
OOIOO,
Howard Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James White and The Blacks,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.