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 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 Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grunge 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MDC,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shuggie Otis,
Sällskapet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker,
Stockholm Monsters,
Basic Channel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Flag,
Blake Baxter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cameo,
The Smoke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
Cybotron,
Hoover,
Blancmange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Fat Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Deakin,
Pierre Henry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Metal Thangz,
Animal Collective,
The Searchers,
Connie Case,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dark Day,
Mad Mike,
Tubeway Army,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Altered Images,
Anthony Braxton,
Patti Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Junior Murvin,
Anakelly,
Michelle Simonal,
Isaac Hayes,
Camouflage,
Black Sheep,
Dennis Brown,
Oneida,
Bush Tetras,
Stereo Dub,
Circle Jerks,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.