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 San Marino and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Germs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Junior Murvin,
The Barracudas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marine Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Juan Atkins,
48th St. Collective,
Pussy Galore,
Rapeman,
The Stooges,
8 Eyed Spy,
Isaac Hayes,
Newcleus,
Pere Ubu,
James White and The Blacks,
U.S. Maple,
Bauhaus,
Section 25,
Lou Christie,
Anthony Braxton,
Audionom,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gichy Dan,
Minor Threat,
Bush Tetras,
Sugar Minott,
Skarface,
Babytalk,
Saccharine Trust,
Chrome,
Niagra,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glenn Branca,
Stereo Dub,
Bad Manners,
Zero Boys,
the Swans,
The Standells,
Royal Trux,
Banda Bassotti,
Magma,
The Red Krayola,
New Order,
John Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Barbara Tucker,
Blossom Toes,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.