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 Armenia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Panda Bear to the disco 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Aswad,
Kas Product,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Franke,
Eurythmics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kaleidoscope,
Organ,
Rosa Yemen,
Danielle Patucci,
E-Dancer,
The Smiths,
Robert Wyatt,
The Wake,
Underground Resistance,
Bush Tetras,
Colin Newman,
Reuben Wilson,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Christie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sixth Finger,
New Age Steppers,
Althea and Donna,
Vladislav Delay,
Roger Hodgson,
Tres Demented,
a-ha,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fuzztones,
Excepter,
The Litter,
Blossom Toes,
Pussy Galore,
MC5,
Icehouse,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
These Immortal Souls,
Easy Going,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Finger,
Altered Images,
The Kinks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonic Youth,
The Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Smog,
Deadbeat,
Au Pairs,
PIL,
Public Enemy,
Minor Threat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
UT,
The Stooges,
K-Klass,
Babytalk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harmonia,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.