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 Montenegro and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Archie Shepp to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Minutemen,
Eve St. Jones,
Alison Limerick,
The Happenings,
Flash Fearless,
Swans,
Mars,
Ronnie Foster,
Subhumans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Germs,
Buzzcocks,
Deakin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thee Headcoats,
Khruangbin,
Mark Hollis,
Ice-T,
Shoche,
Davy DMX,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Godley & Creme,
Sällskapet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Bowie,
a-ha,
Outsiders,
Eurythmics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marvin Gaye,
B.T. Express,
Byron Stingily,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Interpol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Accadde A,
These Immortal Souls,
Ken Boothe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arthur Verocai,
Ornette Coleman,
Porter Ricks,
Jawbox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Index,
Erasure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
the Normal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gichy Dan,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.