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 Bahrain and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Zeros to the rock 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Marine Girls,
Deadbeat,
The Grass Roots,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spandau Ballet,
Visage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television Personalities,
Franke,
David McCallum,
Con Funk Shun,
Warsaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Motions,
Half Japanese,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siglo XX,
Marc Almond,
Blake Baxter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Loose Ends,
JFA,
Q and Not U,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anthony Braxton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faust,
Kayak,
kango's stein massive,
Minny Pops,
Connie Case,
Fat Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Massinfluence,
Rosa Yemen,
The Litter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sixth Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Altered Images,
Index,
Tears for Fears,
The Searchers,
Vainqueur,
Scientists,
The Evens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lakeside,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash,
Audionom,
Eric Dolphy,
Joy Division,
Ornette Coleman,
Faraquet,
Barbara Tucker,
Guru Guru,
Fatback Band,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.