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 Lebanon and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Suburban Knight to the crunk 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Deadbeat,
Zero Boys,
Blake Baxter,
The Star Department,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Walker Brothers,
Deepchord,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unwound,
Mo-Dettes,
Moss Icon,
Angry Samoans,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Modern Lovers,
Rufus Thomas,
Pole,
Wire,
Amazonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bush Tetras,
Cheater Slicks,
June Days,
Inner City,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pretty Things,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gladiators,
Josef K,
Kerri Chandler,
Bob Dylan,
David McCallum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Half Japanese,
Wally Richardson,
Magma,
OOIOO,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hot Snakes,
Metal Thangz,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed,
The Tremeloes,
Boredoms,
Funky Four + One,
PIL,
Skarface,
Reagan Youth,
Marine Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lyres,
Groovy Waters,
Quantec,
The Stooges,
Johnny Clarke,
Unrelated Segments,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Lynne,
Can,
Derrick May,
Duran Duran,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.