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 Italy and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slackers,
Idris Muhammad,
Brick,
Motorama,
Groovy Waters,
Joensuu 1685,
Alison Limerick,
Kas Product,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Lydon,
Scan 7,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Peter and Kerry,
The Golliwogs,
Sixth Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Human League,
The Searchers,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker,
Tres Demented,
The Stooges,
Neil Young,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Animal Collective,
The Smiths,
The Trojans,
Clear Light,
cv313,
KRS-One,
The Cure,
Joey Negro,
Marine Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
Reuben Wilson,
Henry Cow,
Derrick May,
Scratch Acid,
Procol Harum,
Tubeway Army,
Slave,
Ludus,
June of 44,
Shoche,
Yazoo,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.