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 Czech Republic and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Khruangbin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Camouflage,
June of 44,
Ponytail,
The Cramps,
Pierre Henry,
R.M.O.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
10cc,
Black Moon,
Jawbox,
Joey Negro,
Gabor Szabo,
Boredoms,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Essential Logic,
Bill Near,
The Vogues,
Agitation Free,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Leonard Cohen,
This Heat,
Skaos,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Clarke,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Machine,
Cluster,
Anthony Braxton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q and Not U,
T. Rex,
Cheater Slicks,
Davy DMX,
Desert Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echospace,
ABBA,
Camberwell Now,
Sexual Harrassment,
Altered Images,
Archie Shepp,
The Divine Comedy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wings,
Unwound,
Bobby Byrd,
Fat Boys,
H. Thieme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aloha Tigers,
Simply Red,
Dennis Brown,
Outsiders,
Wasted Youth,
The Motions,
Bauhaus,
Minutemen,
Flipper,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.