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 Guyana and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
AZ,
Bobby Sherman,
Godley & Creme,
The Fuzztones,
Pantaleimon,
China Crisis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Faust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Byron Stingily,
Black Moon,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Wake,
Brand Nubian,
Symarip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bizarre Inc.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
The Fugs,
Masters at Work,
Angry Samoans,
The Young Rascals,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slackers,
John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Holt,
Idris Muhammad,
Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
Tom Boy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacob Miller,
Country Teasers,
Buzzcocks,
Crooked Eye,
X-101,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tres Demented,
La Düsseldorf,
Rod Modell,
Thompson Twins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Easy Going,
Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Severed Heads,
Tears for Fears,
Agent Orange,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.