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 Lebanon and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Gang of Four to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Average White Band,
Joy Division,
Harry Pussy,
Black Sheep,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joensuu 1685,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camouflage,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gun Club,
Easy Going,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flipper,
Thompson Twins,
La Düsseldorf,
AZ,
Young Marble Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spandau Ballet,
Al Stewart,
New Order,
X-102,
Yaz,
Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stetsasonic,
The Fugs,
T.S.O.L.,
kango's stein massive,
Inner City,
Jeff Mills,
the Slits,
Basic Channel,
Grey Daturas,
The Motions,
Faraquet,
Deepchord,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed,
The Evens,
E-Dancer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dirtbombs,
Desert Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Duran Duran,
Godley & Creme,
Dennis Brown,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Style,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Hill,
John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
Zapp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cymande,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.