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 Philippines and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Maurizio to the grunge 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Stooges,
MC5,
The Index,
June Days,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Green,
Simply Red,
L. Decosne,
The Zeros,
Henry Cow,
Con Funk Shun,
The Durutti Column,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mission of Burma,
U.S. Maple,
The Dead C,
Eurythmics,
Robert Wyatt,
The American Breed,
Terry Callier,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chrome,
Franke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rosa Yemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nas,
Stiv Bators,
X-101,
Mandrill,
Dave Gahan,
Panda Bear,
Howard Jones,
Mad Mike,
Public Enemy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Count Five,
Cal Tjader,
Agitation Free,
A Certain Ratio,
Rod Modell,
Royal Trux,
Cymande,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ossler,
Angry Samoans,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxy Music,
Arthur Verocai,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kurtis Blow,
The Residents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Davy DMX,
The Velvet Underground,
Das Ding,
Monolake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Ken Boothe,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.