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 Malta and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Average White Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maurizio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Talk Talk,
Icehouse,
Hoover,
Archie Shepp,
The Residents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barry Ungar,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ituana,
Vainqueur,
Dual Sessions,
Kaleidoscope,
Hot Snakes,
Harry Pussy,
Gong,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erykah Badu,
The Index,
Tommy Roe,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stetsasonic,
Gichy Dan,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Flag,
Crime,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ornette Coleman,
Alice Coltrane,
Lakeside,
The Martian,
Throbbing Gristle,
World's Most,
Sixth Finger,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Association,
The Victims,
The Stooges,
Y Pants,
Zapp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mr. Review,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Trojans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Motorama,
Groovy Waters,
Q and Not U,
MC5,
Rosa Yemen,
June Days,
Minny Pops,
Gang of Four,
The Cowsills,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.