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 Chile and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Whodini,
Rod Modell,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Toni Rubio,
The Skatalites,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terry Callier,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Busters,
Letta Mbulu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unwound,
Goldenarms,
Bush Tetras,
Bob Dylan,
Rosa Yemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gichy Dan,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Womack,
Slave,
Sparks,
Moby Grape,
X-Ray Spex,
Mission of Burma,
Los Fastidios,
Adolescents,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Pop Group,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Slits,
The Fall,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Teasers,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joensuu 1685,
Rakim,
John Holt,
Nirvana,
Prince Buster,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Flag,
Chrome,
Loose Ends,
Lakeside,
the Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
KRS-One,
Gang Green,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.