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 Somalia and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
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 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the jazz 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
the Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Saints,
Mr. Review,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pulsallama,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
Babytalk,
Monolake,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Theoretical Girls,
The Kinks,
Soft Cell,
Robert Hood,
Basic Channel,
DJ Style,
Juan Atkins,
Quadrant,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stereo Dub,
Wasted Youth,
Ten City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yaz,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Victims,
10cc,
Joyce Sims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aswad,
Hasil Adkins,
Lakeside,
John Holt,
Soulsonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy Collins,
Joensuu 1685,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Circle Jerks,
Fluxion,
Eric Copeland,
ABBA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suicide,
Barbara Tucker,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
F. McDonald,
Oneida,
Faust,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.