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 Romania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
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 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 The Techniques to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Victims,
The Litter,
Gang Green,
Half Japanese,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerri Chandler,
Joy Division,
Gong,
Yazoo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Juan Atkins,
Symarip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rosa Yemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Durutti Column,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Move,
Lindisfarne,
Scrapy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Darondo,
Talk Talk,
Stetsasonic,
Chrome,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Barracudas,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dead C,
Yellowson,
Blancmange,
Negative Approach,
The Music Machine,
Joe Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minor Threat,
Donald Byrd,
Infiniti,
The Birthday Party,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radio Birdman,
Agent Orange,
Warren Ellis,
Bauhaus,
Judy Mowatt,
The Knickerbockers,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Eve St. Jones,
Faust,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.