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 Gabon and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the dance 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Mission of Burma,
Loose Ends,
Curtis Mayfield,
Laurel Aitken,
Arcadia,
The Knickerbockers,
Tears for Fears,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cure,
The Victims,
Roger Hodgson,
Warsaw,
K-Klass,
Saccharine Trust,
Sandy B,
Radio Birdman,
Deakin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tom Boy,
New Age Steppers,
KRS-One,
Depeche Mode,
The Angels of Light,
FM Einheit,
the Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Near,
The Electric Prunes,
Crime,
Reuben Wilson,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agent Orange,
kango's stein massive,
Pussy Galore,
Bizarre Inc.,
Goldenarms,
Boz Scaggs,
The Martian,
X-Ray Spex,
Camberwell Now,
Freddie Wadling,
Ralphi Rosario,
Underground Resistance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unrelated Segments,
cv313,
Tommy Roe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Christie,
Circle Jerks,
Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yazoo,
Dennis Brown,
Oneida,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.