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 Liberia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Barrington Levy to the grunge 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Infiniti,
Television,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skarface,
Aloha Tigers,
Pylon,
The Toasters,
Rufus Thomas,
David Bowie,
Skaos,
Deakin,
Audionom,
Bob Dylan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxette,
Shuggie Otis,
Ice-T,
D'Angelo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Darondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fad Gadget,
Moby Grape,
The Victims,
James White and The Blacks,
Dual Sessions,
Reagan Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Flipper,
Fela Kuti,
X-Ray Spex,
Vladislav Delay,
Adolescents,
Johnny Clarke,
Josef K,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker,
Letta Mbulu,
DNA,
New York Dolls,
These Immortal Souls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eden Ahbez,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Babytalk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronnie Foster,
The Velvet Underground,
The Raincoats,
Blossom Toes,
Tomorrow,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.