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 Armenia and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Suburban Knight to the funk 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
This Heat,
EPMD,
Marine Girls,
Swell Maps,
The Remains,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brass Construction,
Subhumans,
Radiohead,
World's Most,
Cal Tjader,
The Knickerbockers,
Susan Cadogan,
Lucky Dragons,
Deakin,
Young Marble Giants,
Flash Fearless,
The Tremeloes,
The Trojans,
Kaleidoscope,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quando Quango,
John Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brick,
OOIOO,
Deepchord,
Buzzcocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Selecter,
Eddi Front,
June of 44,
Television,
Urselle,
Crooked Eye,
Newcleus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dark Day,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nico,
Franke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ponytail,
Q65,
Heaven 17,
Marmalade,
Unrelated Segments,
the Germs,
Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Bar-Kays,
the Human League,
Hoover,
Crash Course in Science,
Kas Product,
Charles Mingus,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.