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 Mauritius and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rhythm & Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ituana,
Jacques Brel,
Barbara Tucker,
The Last Poets,
The Gories,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül II,
Funky Four + One,
Flash Fearless,
Sarah Menescal,
Freddie Wadling,
Con Funk Shun,
Fat Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gap Band,
The Monks,
Excepter,
Hashim,
Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Count Five,
The Modern Lovers,
The Vogues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bluetip,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Rundgren,
Lyres,
Nik Kershaw,
Smog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Carl Craig,
Television,
Darondo,
The Neon Judgement,
kango's stein massive,
Barrington Levy,
The Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Fraelich,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Searchers,
PIL,
Cybotron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skaos,
Camberwell Now,
Camouflage,
Rekid,
Circle Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Offenders,
Symarip,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.