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 Lesotho and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Minny Pops to the grime 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Nils Olav,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Neon Judgement,
MC5,
the Bar-Kays,
Television Personalities,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Model 500,
Theoretical Girls,
Deadbeat,
Animal Collective,
cv313,
Cal Tjader,
The Dirtbombs,
Danielle Patucci,
Amazonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pagans,
ABBA,
Massinfluence,
Magma,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül II,
Minor Threat,
Khruangbin,
Don Cherry,
Yusef Lateef,
Audionom,
Zapp,
Henry Cow,
June Days,
Lucky Dragons,
The Saints,
The Evens,
Eric Copeland,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Wake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flash Fearless,
Second Layer,
UT,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gichy Dan,
The Zeros,
Au Pairs,
Alice Coltrane,
Jandek,
The Skatalites,
Y Pants,
The Last Poets,
Camberwell Now,
Intrusion,
Pere Ubu,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.