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 Suriname 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Los Fastidios to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Magma,
Robert Hood,
Alton Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amazonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Görl,
Pierre Henry,
Echospace,
the Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Das Ding,
Wire,
Qualms,
The Knickerbockers,
Skriet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Severed Heads,
Josef K,
Rotary Connection,
Infiniti,
Sun City Girls,
Pole,
Dave Gahan,
The Star Department,
Circle Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
The Barracudas,
Blake Baxter,
Altered Images,
Moss Icon,
Sixth Finger,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hasil Adkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Happenings,
China Crisis,
Man Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
Babytalk,
Radiohead,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bluetip,
Shoche,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nik Kershaw,
Wings,
Harry Pussy,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crime,
John Holt,
Joey Negro,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fat Boys,
The Wake,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.