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 the UAE and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Kerri Chandler to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Procol Harum,
Marine Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heaven 17,
X-101,
Lou Christie,
Joe Finger,
Black Flag,
Harry Pussy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABC,
Dave Gahan,
Trumans Water,
Ponytail,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cluster,
The Residents,
Alton Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Fugazi,
The Smoke,
June of 44,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Banda Bassotti,
48th St. Collective,
The Offenders,
Barry Ungar,
Deadbeat,
OOIOO,
Spoonie Gee,
X-102,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Byron Stingily,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Clear Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Star Department,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Walker Brothers,
Anakelly,
Lightning Bolt,
Steve Hackett,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dead C,
Minor Threat,
Aural Exciters,
Fela Kuti,
Funky Four + One,
Brick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
LL Cool J,
Minny Pops,
Talk Talk,
Slick Rick,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.