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 Turkmenistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Easy Going to the jazz 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Michelle Simonal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Association,
Eurythmics,
Absolute Body Control,
Deakin,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Byrd,
Swans,
Infiniti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Godley & Creme,
Zapp,
Crooked Eye,
The Evens,
The Skatalites,
Nils Olav,
Newcleus,
Talk Talk,
Metal Thangz,
Deepchord,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dawn Penn,
Camberwell Now,
Silicon Teens,
This Heat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minny Pops,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Byron Stingily,
Whodini,
Deadbeat,
Maurizio,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Stooges,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker,
DJ Style,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra,
Hoover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
K-Klass,
Glenn Branca,
Guru Guru,
Black Flag,
Barrington Levy,
the Bar-Kays,
Wasted Youth,
Clear Light,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.