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 Nauru and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Bill Wells to the crunk 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Leonard Cohen,
John Lydon,
Marmalade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Essential Logic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zapp,
Shoche,
Traffic Nightmare,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lindisfarne,
Clear Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mojo Men,
The Divine Comedy,
Rapeman,
Pagans,
Terry Callier,
Liliput,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-101,
The Skatalites,
a-ha,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Beau Brummels,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Procol Harum,
Althea and Donna,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül,
LL Cool J,
Mars,
R.M.O.,
The Zeros,
Davy DMX,
Unrelated Segments,
Sight & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gories,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sparks,
Deepchord,
Agent Orange,
Whodini,
Franke,
The Motions,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.