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 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Byron Stingily to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Brick,
Ossler,
Organ,
Lyres,
Reuben Wilson,
Y Pants,
Mandrill,
Altered Images,
Circle Jerks,
Don Cherry,
The Birthday Party,
Subhumans,
Black Bananas,
Marine Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxette,
Hardrive,
The Happenings,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yaz,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Evens,
Mantronix,
Rekid,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Starr,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dirtbombs,
Nirvana,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül II,
The Pop Group,
Davy DMX,
Goldenarms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Franke,
F. McDonald,
Minnie Riperton,
Nils Olav,
Roger Hodgson,
Essential Logic,
Minor Threat,
Buzzcocks,
Thompson Twins,
Deepchord,
a-ha,
Faraquet,
L. Decosne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Youth Brigade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wings,
Scan 7,
Peter & Gordon,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.