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 Spain and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Moleskins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Toasters,
Kerri Chandler,
Infiniti,
The Young Rascals,
Franke,
AZ,
H. Thieme,
X-101,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers,
Bluetip,
The Smiths,
Hoover,
Zero Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alton Ellis,
Unwound,
Silicon Teens,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Grauzone,
Mantronix,
Masters at Work,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Sheep,
Slick Rick,
Nas,
Smog,
The Remains,
ABBA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
EPMD,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crime,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül II,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Kinks,
Chris Corsano,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Lynne,
Heaven 17,
Niagra,
Goldenarms,
The Evens,
Boredoms,
The Mummies,
Steve Hackett,
The Velvet Underground,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.