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 Moldova 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
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 güiro 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the dance 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Shoche,
The Red Krayola,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Knickerbockers,
Spandau Ballet,
Circle Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Thee Headcoats,
Excepter,
The Moody Blues,
OOIOO,
David Axelrod,
Bush Tetras,
Davy DMX,
Outsiders,
Eddi Front,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Sneak,
ABC,
Aaron Thompson,
John Foxx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magma,
Amon Düül,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joyce Sims,
Joensuu 1685,
Jandek,
Newcleus,
LL Cool J,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Mark Hollis,
Nico,
Aural Exciters,
Simply Red,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lakeside,
The Doors,
Girls At Our Best!,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
The American Breed,
Josef K,
Godley & Creme,
Carl Craig,
Roxy Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kas Product,
Oneida,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monolake,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.