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 Czech Republic and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the jazz 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Theoretical Girls,
The Associates,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Leonard Cohen,
Trumans Water,
Malaria!,
Deepchord,
Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Whodini,
Easy Going,
Qualms,
Sonic Youth,
EPMD,
Tears for Fears,
Suburban Knight,
Eli Mardock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Sherman,
Magazine,
Harry Pussy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Christie,
The Toasters,
The Five Americans,
Royal Trux,
Mo-Dettes,
Pagans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sugar Minott,
Chris Corsano,
Vladislav Delay,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
The Golliwogs,
The Vogues,
The Leaves,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Smooth,
Quantec,
Masters at Work,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stereo Dub,
Moby Grape,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deadbeat,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Swans,
Ten City,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry's Kids,
UT,
Ossler,
the Sonics,
The Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Mark Hollis,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.