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 Azerbaijan and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Pagans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Janne Schatter,
Surgeon,
Lindisfarne,
Franke,
Half Japanese,
Barbara Tucker,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Moon,
The Star Department,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mr. Review,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cameo,
The Durutti Column,
Silicon Teens,
The Grass Roots,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gories,
Liliput,
John Holt,
Mission of Burma,
Spoonie Gee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crime,
L. Decosne,
Ken Boothe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonic Youth,
The Fall,
Amazonics,
the Slits,
Mad Mike,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ludus,
Sun Ra,
Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
The Standells,
Minny Pops,
Talk Talk,
Sam Rivers,
The Tremeloes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool Moe Dee,
In Retrospect,
The Raincoats,
New York Dolls,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blackbyrds,
The Busters,
KRS-One,
Godley & Creme,
Quadrant,
China Crisis,
Cecil Taylor,
Marmalade,
Brass Construction,
Prince Buster,
Alison Limerick,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.