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 Yemen and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Bronski Beat to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minutemen,
Robert Görl,
In Retrospect,
Gichy Dan,
OOIOO,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül,
Iggy Pop,
Sister Nancy,
Television,
Los Fastidios,
MC5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rotary Connection,
Archie Shepp,
Bang On A Can,
Jandek,
Popol Vuh,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
K-Klass,
Loose Ends,
Dave Gahan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABBA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cal Tjader,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Buckinghams,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lyres,
Junior Murvin,
the Bar-Kays,
The Evens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Inner City,
Technova,
Marc Almond,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker,
Depeche Mode,
Prince Buster,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mo-Dettes,
Adolescents,
Anakelly,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
The Mojo Men,
Nirvana,
Darondo,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.