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 South Sudan and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Prince Buster to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sandy B,
Guru Guru,
The United States of America,
John Cale,
Moebius,
Minor Threat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swell Maps,
Q and Not U,
Spandau Ballet,
Delon & Dalcan,
T.S.O.L.,
The Searchers,
Sight & Sound,
The Moleskins,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Audionom,
Schoolly D,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sex Pistols,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Fraelich,
David McCallum,
New Age Steppers,
the Germs,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Parrish,
X-102,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
D'Angelo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Certain Ratio,
John Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
Popol Vuh,
Severed Heads,
Tears for Fears,
Don Cherry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
E-Dancer,
Dual Sessions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Liliput,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Axelrod,
Joyce Sims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Organ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agitation Free,
Deepchord,
X-101,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Royal Trux,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.