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 Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Harry Pussy,
Little Man,
The New Christs,
Liliput,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lungfish,
Amon Düül II,
Radiopuhelimet,
Clear Light,
The J.B.'s,
the Human League,
Marc Almond,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wally Richardson,
Gichy Dan,
The Tremeloes,
Swans,
DJ Style,
Scientists,
Negative Approach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hoover,
Quando Quango,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Selecter,
Joey Negro,
The Smoke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
These Immortal Souls,
New Age Steppers,
Michelle Simonal,
Shoche,
Dark Day,
Yusef Lateef,
Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
Sixth Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
T. Rex,
Popol Vuh,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pop Group,
Peter & Gordon,
Smog,
Rotary Connection,
Fatback Band,
Trumans Water,
Royal Trux,
B.T. Express,
Curtis Mayfield,
Althea and Donna,
Make Up,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deadbeat,
Ossler,
The Gladiators,
Magazine,
Silicon Teens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.