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 Bhutan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dead C to the punk 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Blackbyrds,
Eve St. Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
Tres Demented,
DJ Sneak,
Dual Sessions,
Radiohead,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Womack,
D'Angelo,
Scrapy,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Bowie,
The Last Poets,
The Cramps,
Maleditus Sound,
Urselle,
Ossler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zapp,
Sister Nancy,
Idris Muhammad,
Colin Newman,
Suburban Knight,
The Litter,
Rekid,
The Associates,
10cc,
Gong,
The American Breed,
The Black Dice,
Neu!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Toni Rubio,
Icehouse,
Andrew Hill,
Pantaleimon,
Visage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roger Hodgson,
Anakelly,
Susan Cadogan,
Guru Guru,
Lyres,
Funky Four + One,
Junior Murvin,
Dawn Penn,
48th St. Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry's Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Radio Birdman,
Suicide,
Q65,
Godley & Creme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.