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 Japan and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Half Japanese to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Massinfluence,
Boredoms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magma,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alison Limerick,
Whodini,
Deepchord,
The Smoke,
Bad Manners,
Don Cherry,
Joyce Sims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slackers,
Roxy Music,
Jawbox,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Wyatt,
The Martian,
Deadbeat,
Unwound,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lightning Bolt,
Erykah Badu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Smooth,
the Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ituana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Mills,
Blancmange,
Bill Wells,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Almond,
Eve St. Jones,
Underground Resistance,
Symarip,
Harry Pussy,
Von Mondo,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blues Magoos,
The Walker Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Cheater Slicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Laurel Aitken,
Qualms,
Metal Thangz,
Pole,
the Germs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oblivians,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.