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 Suriname and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Goldenarms to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Blake Baxter,
New York Dolls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skaos,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Saints,
Bronski Beat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Q and Not U,
Con Funk Shun,
Quadrant,
The Techniques,
Dawn Penn,
8 Eyed Spy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Massinfluence,
The Trojans,
Ultravox,
the Human League,
The Dead C,
Lungfish,
Bobby Womack,
Television Personalities,
Ornette Coleman,
Sixth Finger,
Adolescents,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Gichy Dan,
X-102,
The Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantytec,
Ronnie Foster,
One Last Wish,
Robert Wyatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultra Naté,
Unwound,
Roger Hodgson,
X-101,
Bad Manners,
Technova,
Al Stewart,
Buzzcocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Litter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scrapy,
T.S.O.L.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Smog,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
U.S. Maple,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.