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 Brazil and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Ten City to the jazz 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Au Pairs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Colin Newman,
Pagans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Carl Craig,
Qualms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eden Ahbez,
Alton Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Görl,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Associates,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bob Dylan,
The Stooges,
Franke,
Heaven 17,
Unwound,
Reuben Wilson,
The Young Rascals,
Excepter,
Slave,
Urselle,
Gang Gang Dance,
Basic Channel,
Lucky Dragons,
Aswad,
Rapeman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fatback Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cameo,
Crooked Eye,
the Germs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Das Ding,
Black Bananas,
Section 25,
Swell Maps,
Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Bowie,
Joe Finger,
David McCallum,
the Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Groovy Waters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Near,
Freddie Wadling,
Intrusion,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.