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 Costa Rica and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Avey Tare to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
The Standells,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doors,
The Real Kids,
Magma,
Monks,
Supertramp,
Marmalade,
the Normal,
The Busters,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacob Miller,
B.T. Express,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wolf Eyes,
Camouflage,
Gong,
Mo-Dettes,
The Grass Roots,
The Birthday Party,
Absolute Body Control,
Deakin,
Darondo,
Marc Almond,
The Searchers,
the Germs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unwound,
Parry Music,
Negative Approach,
Siglo XX,
The Saints,
Basic Channel,
Barrington Levy,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Crime,
Amon Düül,
CMW,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unrelated Segments,
Subhumans,
Gang of Four,
Eric Dolphy,
Minor Threat,
Heaven 17,
Von Mondo,
Mandrill,
Kenny Larkin,
D'Angelo,
Ituana,
Black Pus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.