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 Gambia and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Amazonics to the electroclash 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Flash Fearless,
Audionom,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moody Blues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Searchers,
Eli Mardock,
Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magazine,
Procol Harum,
The Kinks,
Qualms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Christie,
Roger Hodgson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
CMW,
The Pretty Things,
The Zeros,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül II,
the Fania All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Sherman,
Mad Mike,
Mantronix,
a-ha,
Tommy Roe,
Simply Red,
Ronan,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flipper,
Alice Coltrane,
Cameo,
Basic Channel,
Sparks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nico,
The Trojans,
Au Pairs,
The Martian,
Underground Resistance,
The Move,
Smog,
David McCallum,
The Mummies,
Visage,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker,
Soul Sonic Force,
Main Source,
Index,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.