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 Azerbaijan and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
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 marimba 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 Idris Muhammad to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Mo-Dettes,
Sixth Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Severed Heads,
The Wake,
Tom Boy,
James White and The Blacks,
Visage,
Quando Quango,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Trumans Water,
Soul II Soul,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantytec,
Simply Red,
OOIOO,
E-Dancer,
Suicide,
Ultra Naté,
The Cure,
Leonard Cohen,
EPMD,
Hashim,
Nils Olav,
Shuggie Otis,
Ponytail,
Ossler,
Boredoms,
Fugazi,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Finger,
Yazoo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Sonics,
Qualms,
Freddie Wadling,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rites of Spring,
Lakeside,
The United States of America,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
KRS-One,
The Young Rascals,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hot Snakes,
The Leaves,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marmalade,
48th St. Collective,
Inner City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.