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 Tuvalu and from Cairo.
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 Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Severed Heads to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
The Grass Roots,
Mo-Dettes,
Newcleus,
Moby Grape,
Das Ding,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slackers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeru the Damaja,
Talk Talk,
The Leaves,
Todd Terry,
Sixth Finger,
The Stooges,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül,
Half Japanese,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blues Magoos,
the Bar-Kays,
Pylon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra,
Basic Channel,
Lower 48,
Charles Mingus,
Boz Scaggs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxette,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül II,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Simply Red,
Symarip,
Franke,
Rakim,
Malaria!,
Motorama,
Buzzcocks,
Alton Ellis,
Supertramp,
Rufus Thomas,
The Beau Brummels,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
Cluster,
Yazoo,
Young Marble Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
Fad Gadget,
Isaac Hayes,
John Lydon,
Oblivians,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.