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 Kazakhstan and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Al Stewart,
Grey Daturas,
Crash Course in Science,
Hardrive,
Agitation Free,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Invisible,
The Music Machine,
Lower 48,
Basic Channel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Lydon,
Robert Hood,
Mad Mike,
Bill Near,
Fluxion,
Leonard Cohen,
Anakelly,
The Cowsills,
Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Isaac Hayes,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiohead,
Stereo Dub,
the Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Desert Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Last Poets,
The Vogues,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The American Breed,
David McCallum,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gories,
Stetsasonic,
Newcleus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rapeman,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Motions,
Chrome,
Lou Christie,
Outsiders,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donald Byrd,
Lakeside,
Minny Pops,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dead C,
Skarface,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.