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 Turkmenistan and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Neu! to the rock 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a güiro 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
David Axelrod,
The Pop Group,
Robert Hood,
Radiohead,
Animal Collective,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed,
Dual Sessions,
Freddie Wadling,
Thompson Twins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Khruangbin,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlback,
June of 44,
Index,
Los Fastidios,
Young Marble Giants,
Dave Gahan,
New Age Steppers,
Bang On A Can,
Von Mondo,
Barry Ungar,
Make Up,
Swans,
Tom Boy,
a-ha,
The Victims,
The Residents,
48th St. Collective,
Groovy Waters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monolake,
Amon Düül II,
Moebius,
Josef K,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Audionom,
Amon Düül,
Bad Manners,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
LL Cool J,
Crooked Eye,
Ultra Naté,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Henry Cow,
Talk Talk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roger Hodgson,
Susan Cadogan,
Cybotron,
Ohio Players,
The Motions,
The Wake,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aaron Thompson,
Whodini,
Absolute Body Control,
Pet Shop Boys,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.