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 Latvia and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Rod Modell to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dennis Brown,
Girls At Our Best!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Buzzcocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slackers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Techniques,
DNA,
Sugar Minott,
ABBA,
Black Moon,
Bad Manners,
The Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blackbyrds,
L. Decosne,
X-Ray Spex,
New Age Steppers,
Duran Duran,
Shoche,
Connie Case,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Alarm Clocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantytec,
Roxette,
The Young Rascals,
Judy Mowatt,
The Tremeloes,
Quando Quango,
Blake Baxter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cymande,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed,
Jeru the Damaja,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Iggy Pop,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eurythmics,
Accadde A,
Alison Limerick,
Isaac Hayes,
New Order,
Kurtis Blow,
Radio Birdman,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
The Last Poets,
Bush Tetras,
Grey Daturas,
Roxy Music,
In Retrospect,
Lungfish,
Pierre Henry,
Monolake,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.