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 Italy and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 June Days to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Görl,
Scientists,
Clear Light,
The Raincoats,
Eli Mardock,
Ronnie Foster,
Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dual Sessions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fugazi,
Gregory Isaacs,
Symarip,
Kayak,
the Bar-Kays,
Grey Daturas,
Stetsasonic,
Fad Gadget,
The Blues Magoos,
The Beau Brummels,
the Association,
Magma,
Bronski Beat,
Icehouse,
Lucky Dragons,
Buzzcocks,
Dark Day,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fugs,
Jandek,
Kurtis Blow,
New York Dolls,
Danielle Patucci,
Mission of Burma,
Junior Murvin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Al Stewart,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Searchers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Stooges,
Simply Red,
The Motions,
Scott Walker,
Deadbeat,
Q and Not U,
Freddie Wadling,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantytec,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry's Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Womack,
Hot Snakes,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.