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 South Sudan and from London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Hashim to the funk 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Soft Machine,
Ituana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moody Blues,
Sun City Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ossler,
Leonard Cohen,
Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
Crash Course in Science,
The Standells,
Camberwell Now,
The Walker Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Ultimate Spinach,
Section 25,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ten City,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magma,
Gichy Dan,
Scrapy,
David McCallum,
the Association,
Rufus Thomas,
Trumans Water,
Animal Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crooked Eye,
Young Marble Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Young Rascals,
Sister Nancy,
Tomorrow,
Main Source,
Bill Wells,
The Doors,
Matthew Halsall,
The Remains,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Near,
Moby Grape,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
The Five Americans,
The Gun Club,
The Leaves,
Quando Quango,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The J.B.'s,
The Fall,
John Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
Lungfish,
MDC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Eating Sloth,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.