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 Grenada and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 D'Angelo to the funk 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Clear Light,
Roxette,
Davy DMX,
Janne Schatter,
B.T. Express,
Rotary Connection,
Infiniti,
Connie Case,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül II,
John Lydon,
Fat Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eli Mardock,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grey Daturas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Organ,
Zero Boys,
Black Moon,
The Remains,
World's Most,
Boz Scaggs,
The Vogues,
Desert Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cameo,
The Angels of Light,
Skarface,
The Fugs,
Black Pus,
Excepter,
cv313,
Sex Pistols,
Lebanon Hanover,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Style,
Banda Bassotti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heaven 17,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Holt,
JFA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ken Boothe,
Absolute Body Control,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.