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 Equatorial Guinea and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Manchester and New York.
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 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 Kenny Larkin to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cure,
Circle Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
The American Breed,
Max Romeo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rufus Thomas,
Severed Heads,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Leaves,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kayak,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Patti Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Infiniti,
Jacques Brel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barclay James Harvest,
Excepter,
Mantronix,
Banda Bassotti,
Cheater Slicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joyce Sims,
Wally Richardson,
Quadrant,
Niagra,
DNA,
Moby Grape,
Easy Going,
Johnny Clarke,
Josef K,
These Immortal Souls,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ludus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Stiv Bators,
10cc,
Todd Rundgren,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
48th St. Collective,
Sällskapet,
World's Most,
The Victims,
One Last Wish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxy Music,
Cameo,
Cluster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.