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 Poland and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
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 808 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Tom Boy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Near,
T. Rex,
Ituana,
Agent Orange,
Arthur Verocai,
Swell Maps,
Black Sheep,
Section 25,
Lebanon Hanover,
Carl Craig,
The Alarm Clocks,
World's Most,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiohead,
The Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Supertramp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Second Layer,
Ohio Players,
Dennis Brown,
Donald Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warsaw,
Lower 48,
Y Pants,
Ralphi Rosario,
CMW,
Andrew Hill,
Grey Daturas,
Sister Nancy,
Kenny Larkin,
New Order,
Mantronix,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Velvet Underground,
Boz Scaggs,
John Foxx,
Crash Course in Science,
Minny Pops,
Los Fastidios,
Jimmy McGriff,
Goldenarms,
Urselle,
Gang Green,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Eve St. Jones,
Warren Ellis,
The Evens,
Harmonia,
Masters at Work,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.