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 Guatemala and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Country Teasers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Crime,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kurtis Blow,
Severed Heads,
Aaron Thompson,
Mo-Dettes,
New Age Steppers,
Arcadia,
Mad Mike,
Alton Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zero Boys,
Quando Quango,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Prunes,
The Names,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arthur Verocai,
Sight & Sound,
Excepter,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Angels of Light,
Blake Baxter,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Toasters,
John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül,
The New Christs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Prince Buster,
Popol Vuh,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dual Sessions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Davy DMX,
The Standells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Massinfluence,
Boz Scaggs,
Skarface,
Swell Maps,
The Tremeloes,
June of 44,
Man Parrish,
Ponytail,
Godley & Creme,
The Last Poets,
Isaac Hayes,
Essential Logic,
The Slits,
Khruangbin,
Jacob Miller,
The Trojans,
John Foxx,
Chrome,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.