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 Fiji and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Edmonton and Copenhagen.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Oneida to the grunge 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Mummies,
Sonic Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Half Japanese,
Rufus Thomas,
China Crisis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scratch Acid,
Carl Craig,
Unwound,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy Collins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nik Kershaw,
The Happenings,
Eve St. Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Popol Vuh,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantaleimon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Groovy Waters,
John Foxx,
Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Swans,
The Invisible,
Flash Fearless,
MC5,
A Certain Ratio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
The Index,
Minny Pops,
Oneida,
Curtis Mayfield,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Music Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Sparks,
Gichy Dan,
Soulsonic Force,
Qualms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Guru Guru,
Mantronix,
Stetsasonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Accadde A,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.