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 Montenegro and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The J.B.'s to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Avey Tare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Cameo,
Ronan,
Harmonia,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Enemy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantaleimon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moody Blues,
Grey Daturas,
The Stooges,
kango's stein massive,
The Cramps,
Altered Images,
Derrick Morgan,
Erasure,
Glenn Branca,
Lakeside,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Normal,
James White and The Blacks,
Parry Music,
The Toasters,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Saints,
Bluetip,
Ultimate Spinach,
Excepter,
Oneida,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Little Man,
Sexual Harrassment,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nils Olav,
The Fall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aloha Tigers,
Brass Construction,
Lou Christie,
Sandy B,
Whodini,
The Zeros,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slits,
The Busters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Clear Light,
Organ,
La Düsseldorf,
Moebius,
Mad Mike,
The Offenders,
Mr. Review,
Aural Exciters,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.