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 Bahamas and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Unrelated Segments to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Surgeon,
Black Moon,
Zero Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeru the Damaja,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Depeche Mode,
The Leaves,
Dead Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rites of Spring,
Ronnie Foster,
These Immortal Souls,
Sparks,
Inner City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eddi Front,
Gang of Four,
Supertramp,
the Bar-Kays,
The Vogues,
China Crisis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Newcleus,
Tubeway Army,
Henry Cow,
Nirvana,
Moby Grape,
Tommy Roe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MC5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arab on Radar,
Roger Hodgson,
Minutemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Residents,
Kurtis Blow,
Godley & Creme,
Joyce Sims,
Monolake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalann,
Scion,
The Cowsills,
Camberwell Now,
Lungfish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Frankie Knuckles,
Goldenarms,
Panda Bear,
Ultravox,
The Motions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.