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 Sri Lanka and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lindisfarne to the punk 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Nils Olav,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxy Music,
48th St. Collective,
Guru Guru,
The Blackbyrds,
Darondo,
Kayak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
The Angels of Light,
Chris Corsano,
Adolescents,
The Searchers,
Bill Near,
Procol Harum,
Wasted Youth,
The Busters,
Wolf Eyes,
The Remains,
Tim Buckley,
Moebius,
AZ,
Quando Quango,
Funky Four + One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lyres,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Clarke,
Blossom Toes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donny Hathaway,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mr. Review,
Reagan Youth,
This Heat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacob Miller,
Gastr Del Sol,
Graham Central Station,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Altered Images,
Lakeside,
Lucky Dragons,
Los Fastidios,
The Doors,
Jeru the Damaja,
Supertramp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hot Snakes,
Maurizio,
Sarah Menescal,
The Victims,
Royal Trux,
Wings,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.