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 Slovenia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chris Corsano to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
T.S.O.L.,
Crime,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wally Richardson,
The Barracudas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Urselle,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Stooges,
Reuben Wilson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Count Five,
Intrusion,
Morten Harket,
Scrapy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Frankie Knuckles,
E-Dancer,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
Joensuu 1685,
the Association,
The Names,
Glenn Branca,
X-Ray Spex,
Sexual Harrassment,
Interpol,
Rufus Thomas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Sheep,
Terry Callier,
Yusef Lateef,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funky Four + One,
Al Stewart,
Sound Behaviour,
Funkadelic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flipper,
Roxette,
Essential Logic,
Supertramp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tim Buckley,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q65,
Lindisfarne,
The Kinks,
Brand Nubian,
Icehouse,
Neil Young,
The Leaves,
These Immortal Souls,
AZ,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.