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 Chile and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Mummies to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Nas,
Babytalk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Negative Approach,
The Techniques,
Bronski Beat,
Motorama,
Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quadrant,
Lebanon Hanover,
Inner City,
Black Sheep,
Toni Rubio,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Junior Murvin,
Dual Sessions,
The Stooges,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Connie Case,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül II,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
The Moody Blues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fuzztones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Model 500,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doobie Brothers,
Urselle,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fatback Band,
the Human League,
Cybotron,
Das Ding,
Josef K,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Flag,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aswad,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
June of 44,
The Music Machine,
Main Source,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tropical Tobacco,
KRS-One,
Soft Cell,
Faust,
The Count Five,
T. Rex,
The Trojans,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.