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 Armenia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the techno 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Seeds,
Ice-T,
Radio Birdman,
Inner City,
Malaria!,
Mars,
Saccharine Trust,
Minutemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Boredoms,
Brass Construction,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cure,
Steve Hackett,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blackbyrds,
The Wake,
E-Dancer,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Almond,
Max Romeo,
Black Bananas,
The Neon Judgement,
The Standells,
Sound Behaviour,
Stiv Bators,
Television,
Traffic Nightmare,
kango's stein massive,
Blake Baxter,
Anakelly,
Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
T.S.O.L.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sister Nancy,
Charles Mingus,
Bang On A Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Goldenarms,
Ten City,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Technova,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maleditus Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Easy Going,
Rekid,
The Gap Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Tubeway Army,
Freddie Wadling,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.