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 Nicaragua and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Index to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Cheater Slicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lungfish,
Accadde A,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smiths,
Althea and Donna,
The Five Americans,
Soul II Soul,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra,
Al Stewart,
Pere Ubu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zero Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Lindisfarne,
Deadbeat,
The Fortunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delta 5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacques Brel,
The Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blues Magoos,
Stereo Dub,
Can,
Darondo,
Avey Tare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Association,
The Red Krayola,
Skarface,
Eli Mardock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
World's Most,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
Gerry Rafferty,
UT,
Scratch Acid,
Visage,
Warren Ellis,
Supertramp,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Womack,
Magma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fuzztones,
Anthony Braxton,
Crooked Eye,
The Martian,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.