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 Fiji and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sonic Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Bill Wells,
The Names,
Todd Rundgren,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heaven 17,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nico,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thompson Twins,
The Zeros,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Henry Cow,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Laurel Aitken,
Jandek,
Mo-Dettes,
Con Funk Shun,
Juan Atkins,
Accadde A,
Bluetip,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blossom Toes,
The Skatalites,
This Heat,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skaos,
Moby Grape,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Excepter,
Television Personalities,
Blake Baxter,
Donald Byrd,
Kayak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Remains,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris Corsano,
Dawn Penn,
The Happenings,
Cal Tjader,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Green,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
Junior Murvin,
Patti Smith,
Aswad,
The Count Five,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.