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 Lebanon and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 U.S. Maple to the disco 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Aswad,
Eve St. Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Fela Kuti,
New York Dolls,
Half Japanese,
Brothers Johnson,
The Toasters,
Lyres,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slave,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Easy Going,
Country Teasers,
The Offenders,
Section 25,
Angry Samoans,
Marvin Gaye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camouflage,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Red Krayola,
T. Rex,
Toni Rubio,
Janne Schatter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Prince Buster,
The Beau Brummels,
Underground Resistance,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Almond,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alphaville,
Tommy Roe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Interpol,
Sixth Finger,
Babytalk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warren Ellis,
Rekid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Near,
Con Funk Shun,
The Walker Brothers,
FM Einheit,
The Sonics,
Deepchord,
LL Cool J,
Jacques Brel,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.