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 Marshall Islands and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Radiopuhelimet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
U.S. Maple,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visage,
Ultra Naté,
Pagans,
Josef K,
Minny Pops,
Theoretical Girls,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Lynne,
The Martian,
The Last Poets,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sonics,
Main Source,
Lyres,
Joy Division,
Tres Demented,
X-101,
Aaron Thompson,
Icehouse,
Pantaleimon,
Neu!,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slackers,
Radiohead,
Black Bananas,
Mars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Junior Murvin,
Skarface,
The Toasters,
Subhumans,
UT,
The Raincoats,
Cluster,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wally Richardson,
Minutemen,
The Dirtbombs,
Procol Harum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hasil Adkins,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Grass Roots,
Circle Jerks,
China Crisis,
Moss Icon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vainqueur,
Gang of Four,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hoover,
Roxy Music,
Q65,
the Germs,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.