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 Brunei and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Unrelated Segments to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Yazoo,
The Happenings,
Goldenarms,
Jacob Miller,
Donald Byrd,
K-Klass,
Colin Newman,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker,
The Martian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Procol Harum,
Brothers Johnson,
E-Dancer,
Pierre Henry,
Hasil Adkins,
Outsiders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Stooges,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy Collins,
The J.B.'s,
Sam Rivers,
Anthony Braxton,
Deakin,
The Move,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delta 5,
Oblivians,
Negative Approach,
Theoretical Girls,
KRS-One,
the Normal,
Symarip,
Don Cherry,
Mr. Review,
Public Enemy,
Khruangbin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra,
Pantytec,
Scion,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doors,
Johnny Clarke,
Lakeside,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
The Birthday Party,
Technova,
Fat Boys,
The Moleskins,
Grauzone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sällskapet,
The Mummies,
Boogie Down Productions,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.