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 San Marino and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Maleditus Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gladiators,
Popol Vuh,
The Monochrome Set,
Nas,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
Massinfluence,
the Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Scratch Acid,
Inner City,
R.M.O.,
Bill Wells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Kinks,
Symarip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Associates,
Zapp,
Animal Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacob Miller,
Surgeon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sixth Finger,
Scan 7,
The Doors,
Harmonia,
Danielle Patucci,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cure,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Clarke,
FM Einheit,
Joey Negro,
Youth Brigade,
John Foxx,
Franke,
Sonic Youth,
The Smiths,
Cybotron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Flag,
Brand Nubian,
Hashim,
Mr. Review,
The Vogues,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
Agitation Free,
Das Ding,
OOIOO,
Tubeway Army,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Josef K,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.