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 Norway and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Gang Green to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Saccharine Trust,
Warren Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Thompson Twins,
The Stooges,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
Archie Shepp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young,
Crime,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dead C,
Crash Course in Science,
Unwound,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fatback Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Lindisfarne,
Ice-T,
Todd Terry,
The Fuzztones,
Arthur Verocai,
Technova,
The Index,
Pantaleimon,
Con Funk Shun,
Ken Boothe,
X-102,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fall,
Fad Gadget,
Kayak,
Eric Copeland,
Cameo,
Joensuu 1685,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gun Club,
Reagan Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Hot Snakes,
Godley & Creme,
Sound Behaviour,
Japan,
The Smoke,
X-101,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cowsills,
The Music Machine,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wings,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.