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 Germany and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Red Krayola to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
World's Most,
Kas Product,
The Fortunes,
Joyce Sims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shuggie Otis,
Radio Birdman,
The Toasters,
Graham Central Station,
The Selecter,
The Divine Comedy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funkadelic,
Desert Stars,
Basic Channel,
Leonard Cohen,
Hot Snakes,
The Misunderstood,
Circle Jerks,
Rekid,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faraquet,
Ohio Players,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grauzone,
Infiniti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rosa Yemen,
Blancmange,
Smog,
Groovy Waters,
Monolake,
Sällskapet,
Ornette Coleman,
Hashim,
Moss Icon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fatback Band,
June Days,
Arthur Verocai,
Television,
Lindisfarne,
Scratch Acid,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül II,
China Crisis,
Reagan Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
X-102,
The Slackers,
Moby Grape,
Icehouse,
Eric Dolphy,
The Invisible,
Qualms,
Simply Red,
Rotary Connection,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aloha Tigers,
Skaos,
Sarah Menescal,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.