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 San Marino and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Scratch Acid 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Neil Young,
Zero Boys,
Outsiders,
The Searchers,
Yellowson,
Cameo,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Music Machine,
the Association,
The Misunderstood,
The Fortunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Mantronix,
The Selecter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The United States of America,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Green,
Supertramp,
Roxy Music,
Sandy B,
Jeru the Damaja,
U.S. Maple,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anakelly,
The Alarm Clocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Bar-Kays,
D'Angelo,
Sarah Menescal,
Kaleidoscope,
Neu!,
Joy Division,
CMW,
FM Einheit,
Easy Going,
Tres Demented,
Scientists,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Television,
Andrew Hill,
Eddi Front,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerri Chandler,
MC5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Sneak,
Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
The Golliwogs,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.