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 Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Marine Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül II,
Carl Craig,
The Modern Lovers,
Hot Snakes,
The Cramps,
Nico,
Sparks,
Aaron Thompson,
Soul II Soul,
DNA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thompson Twins,
Reagan Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Babytalk,
Talk Talk,
Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Second Layer,
Scan 7,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fad Gadget,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronan,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fugs,
Make Up,
Andrew Hill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rekid,
Swans,
Loose Ends,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q and Not U,
Pulsallama,
Leonard Cohen,
Mandrill,
Chris Corsano,
Accadde A,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantaleimon,
Sex Pistols,
Main Source,
Donny Hathaway,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Freddie Wadling,
Barclay James Harvest,
Faraquet,
Technova,
Jacques Brel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.