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 Laos and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Copeland,
Swell Maps,
The Trojans,
The Zeros,
Jawbox,
Eden Ahbez,
One Last Wish,
Negative Approach,
Wings,
Lungfish,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Age Steppers,
Y Pants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cluster,
David Axelrod,
The United States of America,
T.S.O.L.,
The Black Dice,
June of 44,
Yazoo,
The Standells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Wake,
Mandrill,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cure,
Suburban Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
Max Romeo,
Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moody Blues,
The Techniques,
Bush Tetras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deepchord,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Five Americans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry's Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dead C,
The Victims,
The Slackers,
John Lydon,
Heaven 17,
Talk Talk,
Bluetip,
Brass Construction,
Fear,
Dawn Penn,
Grey Daturas,
Arcadia,
Amazonics,
Unrelated Segments,
The Red Krayola,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.