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 Solomon Islands and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 The Remains to the jazz 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Neon Judgement,
Funkadelic,
The Gap Band,
Bill Near,
Bush Tetras,
Sex Pistols,
Agent Orange,
The Happenings,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiopuhelimet,
U.S. Maple,
Minor Threat,
Camberwell Now,
Quadrant,
Mission of Burma,
The Gories,
Scott Walker,
Janne Schatter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
This Heat,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yellowson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Stooges,
Fatback Band,
JFA,
Black Sheep,
The Misunderstood,
The Offenders,
Rotary Connection,
LL Cool J,
Piero Umiliani,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sister Nancy,
the Germs,
Robert Wyatt,
The Index,
Vladislav Delay,
Suburban Knight,
the Slits,
Loose Ends,
Mantronix,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Skatalites,
Slave,
Crash Course in Science,
Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
Adolescents,
Little Man,
Moebius,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Motions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Smog,
Neu!,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.