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 Georgia and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin 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 The American Breed to the dance 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
The Real Kids,
Ossler,
Sex Pistols,
Fugazi,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Young Rascals,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Warsaw,
Moby Grape,
Los Fastidios,
Bauhaus,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Divine Comedy,
Ponytail,
Cybotron,
Cymande,
Porter Ricks,
Joy Division,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
World's Most,
Minutemen,
Ohio Players,
John Lydon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wolf Eyes,
Dawn Penn,
Eli Mardock,
Das Ding,
Young Marble Giants,
The Wake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mr. Review,
China Crisis,
Wally Richardson,
Mark Hollis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Guru Guru,
The Residents,
Lyres,
CMW,
Agent Orange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
The Birthday Party,
Jacques Brel,
Albert Ayler,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy Collins,
Talk Talk,
Siglo XX,
Grauzone,
Piero Umiliani,
Sandy B,
The Blues Magoos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
FM Einheit,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Sneak,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.