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 Malaysia and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter and Kerry,
ABBA,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
Scientists,
Kevin Saunderson,
Carl Craig,
Bronski Beat,
The Modern Lovers,
Barry Ungar,
Yellowson,
Fugazi,
Black Sheep,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blake Baxter,
Mantronix,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiopuhelimet,
U.S. Maple,
Sex Pistols,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ohio Players,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rufus Thomas,
Eddi Front,
Tres Demented,
Swell Maps,
The Cramps,
Interpol,
the Human League,
Crooked Eye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scion,
Eurythmics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Don Cherry,
Barrington Levy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bauhaus,
Donny Hathaway,
The Kinks,
The New Christs,
Groovy Waters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultimate Spinach,
The United States of America,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Pus,
Bush Tetras,
The Litter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hoover,
CMW,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suburban Knight,
Donald Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q65,
Sugar Minott,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.