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 Kuwait and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Tommy Roe to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Josef K,
Lou Reed,
Eurythmics,
Jandek,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ossler,
Mantronix,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
Youth Brigade,
Rotary Connection,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dawn Penn,
AZ,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wally Richardson,
Vainqueur,
Procol Harum,
Tom Boy,
Black Moon,
Derrick May,
Crime,
Gang Green,
Funky Four + One,
Section 25,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiohead,
MC5,
Banda Bassotti,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Rosa Yemen,
Infiniti,
Young Marble Giants,
Excepter,
Ten City,
Byron Stingily,
The Martian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shoche,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barbara Tucker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Archie Shepp,
Gong,
LL Cool J,
The Evens,
Robert Wyatt,
Qualms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Blossom Toes,
KRS-One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Juan Atkins,
Silicon Teens,
Minor Threat,
a-ha,
Anthony Braxton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.