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 Andorra and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Adolescents to the techno 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Model 500,
Flash Fearless,
Oneida,
Crime,
Absolute Body Control,
Youth Brigade,
The Blues Magoos,
T. Rex,
Vainqueur,
The Pretty Things,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Malaria!,
Peter and Kerry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barrington Levy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dead C,
Fluxion,
The Walker Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Little Man,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Y Pants,
X-Ray Spex,
10cc,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maurizio,
Lindisfarne,
Niagra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Offenders,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gories,
Talk Talk,
Silicon Teens,
Morten Harket,
Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
Crooked Eye,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick Morgan,
Bronski Beat,
Funky Four + One,
The Trojans,
Drive Like Jehu,
FM Einheit,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monochrome Set,
Essential Logic,
Yazoo,
Rufus Thomas,
Howard Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Wells,
Stetsasonic,
Janne Schatter,
Excepter,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.