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 Switzerland and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 The J.B.'s to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moleskins,
Bill Wells,
Agitation Free,
Q and Not U,
The Blues Magoos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Metal Thangz,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Hood,
The Beau Brummels,
Brothers Johnson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Archie Shepp,
Deepchord,
Warsaw,
Connie Case,
The Offenders,
The Kinks,
One Last Wish,
Pierre Henry,
The Five Americans,
Dual Sessions,
Fad Gadget,
Arcadia,
Model 500,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maurizio,
The Fire Engines,
MC5,
The Wake,
Tres Demented,
The Mummies,
Arab on Radar,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Happenings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dave Gahan,
Index,
Letta Mbulu,
Adolescents,
Cluster,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
Ossler,
Jandek,
DJ Style,
LL Cool J,
Outsiders,
Fear,
Babytalk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reuben Wilson,
The Raincoats,
Spandau Ballet,
Guru Guru,
Severed Heads,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Franke,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.