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 San Marino and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
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 808 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 Tremeloes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The Monochrome Set,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Neon Judgement,
Skarface,
Glambeats Corp.,
Albert Ayler,
World's Most,
The Star Department,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Howard Jones,
Supertramp,
Barrington Levy,
The Offenders,
Derrick May,
The American Breed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
La Düsseldorf,
Y Pants,
The Residents,
Tom Boy,
Ice-T,
Ossler,
Minutemen,
Maleditus Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Quantec,
Max Romeo,
L. Decosne,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonic Youth,
Q and Not U,
Reagan Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grey Daturas,
The Leaves,
Trumans Water,
The Real Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Urselle,
Lee Hazlewood,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monks,
Smog,
Scratch Acid,
The New Christs,
Parry Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.