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 Haiti and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Pierre Henry 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott Heron,
Judy Mowatt,
Spoonie Gee,
Cybotron,
Malaria!,
Von Mondo,
Moby Grape,
Darondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lyres,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young,
Bad Manners,
Steve Hackett,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blackbyrds,
The Buckinghams,
Pylon,
The Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angry Samoans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Normal,
The Fortunes,
Dual Sessions,
Erykah Badu,
Al Stewart,
Bobbi Humphrey,
F. McDonald,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lucky Dragons,
The Black Dice,
Harry Pussy,
Bob Dylan,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Misunderstood,
Q65,
The Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Mr. Review,
The Flesh Eaters,
Howard Jones,
The Grass Roots,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Motorama,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ponytail,
Brand Nubian,
Ossler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.