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 Nepal and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lindisfarne to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Certain Ratio,
Eurythmics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mark Hollis,
Dennis Brown,
E-Dancer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Nils Olav,
Fatback Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
a-ha,
Accadde A,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brick,
ABC,
Chrome,
Soul Sonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Leaves,
The Toasters,
Stereo Dub,
Black Sheep,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Bourne,
Yazoo,
Jacques Brel,
Camberwell Now,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lakeside,
Kayak,
The Saints,
Minutemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young,
Nik Kershaw,
Neu!,
Sonic Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Bananas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yaz,
Das Ding,
The Blues Magoos,
T. Rex,
Anakelly,
Quantec,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
The Remains,
The Sonics,
Agitation Free,
Siglo XX,
Pylon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tropical Tobacco,
Porter Ricks,
Wire,
Joe Finger,
Ituana,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.