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 Latvia and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 These Immortal Souls to the electroclash 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Mad Mike,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Green,
Grey Daturas,
This Heat,
Al Stewart,
JFA,
Erykah Badu,
Excepter,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Wells,
Reagan Youth,
Faust,
Surgeon,
Talk Talk,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Leaves,
Funkadelic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camberwell Now,
Mars,
Gong,
The Zeros,
Gerry Rafferty,
Piero Umiliani,
Howard Jones,
Dual Sessions,
Morten Harket,
Audionom,
The Cowsills,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
AZ,
Dave Gahan,
Lightning Bolt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aswad,
Hardrive,
Grauzone,
The Modern Lovers,
Yusef Lateef,
Rapeman,
Ponytail,
Interpol,
Nils Olav,
The Index,
Andrew Hill,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visage,
Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Flag,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.