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 Croatia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Terry Callier to the jazz 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Black Moon,
Delta 5,
Grey Daturas,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül II,
Country Teasers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Underground Resistance,
Excepter,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
U.S. Maple,
Faraquet,
Moebius,
Oblivians,
Masters at Work,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rites of Spring,
The Fugs,
Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Niagra,
Nils Olav,
Dual Sessions,
Kenny Larkin,
Pulsallama,
Derrick Morgan,
The Searchers,
Bush Tetras,
Aural Exciters,
Kas Product,
The Martian,
Zapp,
Avey Tare,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Style,
Easy Going,
The Evens,
Wings,
Gabor Szabo,
Mr. Review,
R.M.O.,
The Cowsills,
Agent Orange,
Hardrive,
Skaos,
Section 25,
Royal Trux,
Quantec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gap Band,
The Litter,
Aswad,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.