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 Bahrain and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Crispian St. Peters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Grey Daturas,
Accadde A,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Blancmange,
Max Romeo,
Jawbox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Hood,
Mark Hollis,
Circle Jerks,
Simply Red,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reagan Youth,
Eddi Front,
KRS-One,
Tim Buckley,
Freddie Wadling,
Ornette Coleman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Absolute Body Control,
Fatback Band,
Black Pus,
Wally Richardson,
The Real Kids,
Black Moon,
Lyres,
The Remains,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dual Sessions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Carl Craig,
The Gories,
Roxy Music,
Swell Maps,
Ultravox,
Con Funk Shun,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
kango's stein massive,
The Slits,
Oneida,
Popol Vuh,
Main Source,
FM Einheit,
Tears for Fears,
Q and Not U,
Supertramp,
The Young Rascals,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.