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 Haiti and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
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 organ 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 The Evens to the jazz 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eve St. Jones,
Los Fastidios,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alison Limerick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Electric Prunes,
10cc,
Chris Corsano,
Donald Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alton Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Magazine,
Byron Stingily,
The Toasters,
Organ,
Crash Course in Science,
Stereo Dub,
Marmalade,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick Morgan,
Scrapy,
Pole,
Robert Hood,
Oblivians,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Pus,
Country Teasers,
The Selecter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heaven 17,
This Heat,
The Velvet Underground,
Isaac Hayes,
Brand Nubian,
Roxette,
Loose Ends,
Jandek,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doors,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Smog,
Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Monks,
The Monks,
The Cowsills,
Fugazi,
Public Image Ltd.,
PIL,
Joensuu 1685,
the Normal,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.