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 Egypt and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Can to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Young Rascals,
Carl Craig,
Wally Richardson,
The Star Department,
Television,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Womack,
Kurtis Blow,
Lakeside,
Ultravox,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Darondo,
The Skatalites,
Mission of Burma,
Deepchord,
Circle Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Style,
Negative Approach,
Accadde A,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Panda Bear,
Infiniti,
Sun City Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Trumans Water,
MC5,
Saccharine Trust,
New Age Steppers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Leaves,
Joyce Sims,
Toni Rubio,
Arthur Verocai,
Scrapy,
Depeche Mode,
JFA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Beau Brummels,
Spoonie Gee,
The Durutti Column,
The Grass Roots,
Black Sheep,
Kerri Chandler,
Mandrill,
The Moody Blues,
Cluster,
Pagans,
a-ha,
The Litter,
Charles Mingus,
The Kinks,
Procol Harum,
June of 44,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bronski Beat,
Arcadia,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.