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 Tuvalu and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Neil Young to the grunge 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pagans,
Todd Rundgren,
Joensuu 1685,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kayak,
The Neon Judgement,
Saccharine Trust,
The Saints,
The Blues Magoos,
The Toasters,
Scientists,
Livin' Joy,
Tim Buckley,
Swell Maps,
Buzzcocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oblivians,
The Sonics,
Smog,
Jandek,
Godley & Creme,
The Motions,
Matthew Bourne,
Absolute Body Control,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Lynne,
Skarface,
Nils Olav,
the Sonics,
Sparks,
Ossler,
The Barracudas,
Whodini,
Roxette,
Das Ding,
Toni Rubio,
X-Ray Spex,
The Tremeloes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Brick,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Womack,
Moebius,
Cameo,
Blake Baxter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ludus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ponytail,
Average White Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Metal Thangz,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.