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 Sweden and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Yaz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swans,
Skriet,
Sugar Minott,
the Swans,
Camouflage,
Marine Girls,
Fatback Band,
Ten City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Sneak,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sam Rivers,
Stiv Bators,
The Martian,
The Count Five,
Peter & Gordon,
June of 44,
Grey Daturas,
Howard Jones,
Scan 7,
Roxy Music,
Simply Red,
The Remains,
Banda Bassotti,
Kas Product,
The Litter,
10cc,
A Certain Ratio,
The Raincoats,
Mandrill,
Cal Tjader,
Rosa Yemen,
Inner City,
Ohio Players,
Leonard Cohen,
Clear Light,
The Sound,
Sandy B,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harpers Bizarre,
Main Source,
The Fugs,
L. Decosne,
Black Bananas,
Joyce Sims,
Television Personalities,
The Misunderstood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Althea and Donna,
Boz Scaggs,
Moby Grape,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Absolute Body Control,
Severed Heads,
Roger Hodgson,
Anthony Braxton,
The United States of America,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.