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 Liechtenstein and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Remains to the jazz 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donald Byrd,
John Foxx,
LL Cool J,
Colin Newman,
Model 500,
Bobby Womack,
The Standells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lucky Dragons,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Graham Central Station,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Morten Harket,
Scion,
B.T. Express,
Ludus,
Tommy Roe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Brand Nubian,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erasure,
The Fire Engines,
Organ,
Neu!,
Steve Hackett,
Faust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Görl,
Negative Approach,
The Gap Band,
David Axelrod,
Yazoo,
Marine Girls,
Shoche,
ABC,
The New Christs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rapeman,
KRS-One,
Spandau Ballet,
Guru Guru,
Isaac Hayes,
Scientists,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Durutti Column,
Jandek,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liliput,
Dead Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terrestrial Tones,
Al Stewart,
New Age Steppers,
Brick,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.