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 Bhutan and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed 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 Arthur Verocai to the rock 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cluster,
Spoonie Gee,
Wire,
The Offenders,
Skarface,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra,
Ronnie Foster,
Easy Going,
The Cure,
Oblivians,
June Days,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül II,
Godley & Creme,
Supertramp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Hood,
Thompson Twins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
Au Pairs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Green,
Malaria!,
Black Flag,
Nils Olav,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dirtbombs,
Juan Atkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anthony Braxton,
K-Klass,
Minutemen,
Isaac Hayes,
Qualms,
The Fuzztones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brass Construction,
Fad Gadget,
The Cowsills,
Excepter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Zero Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Youth Brigade,
Masters at Work,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The J.B.'s,
The Mojo Men,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.