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 New Zealand and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Morten Harket 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Model 500,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Animal Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Tom Boy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lightning Bolt,
Barrington Levy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fire Engines,
Technova,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grauzone,
JFA,
Dead Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delta 5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Velvet Underground,
Tres Demented,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dual Sessions,
Circle Jerks,
Moss Icon,
The Remains,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roger Hodgson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Panda Bear,
Public Enemy,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Graham Central Station,
Camberwell Now,
E-Dancer,
Yellowson,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Suburban Knight,
The Leaves,
F. McDonald,
CMW,
Stiv Bators,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.