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 Greece and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Quantec to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Make Up,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barry Ungar,
Adolescents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Ludus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Interpol,
Moby Grape,
Moebius,
X-102,
Frankie Knuckles,
Negative Approach,
Peter and Kerry,
Janne Schatter,
The Raincoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mr. Review,
Byron Stingily,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terry Callier,
The Zeros,
Cybotron,
Unwound,
kango's stein massive,
Ice-T,
10cc,
Half Japanese,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
Swans,
DJ Sneak,
The Monks,
Duran Duran,
Fat Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Fraelich,
Dual Sessions,
Infiniti,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerri Chandler,
The Real Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Susan Cadogan,
the Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Arcadia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blues Magoos,
Scratch Acid,
Radio Birdman,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.