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 Hungary and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 L. Decosne to the disco 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lower 48,
ABBA,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smoke,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Lungfish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
The Young Rascals,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pere Ubu,
Hoover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sex Pistols,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalann,
The Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Human League,
Von Mondo,
The Victims,
Grey Daturas,
David McCallum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mark Hollis,
Panda Bear,
Deakin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gladiators,
Outsiders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Basic Channel,
Aaron Thompson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slick Rick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terry Callier,
Delta 5,
Audionom,
Arthur Verocai,
The Wake,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shoche,
Zapp,
Roxy Music,
Model 500,
Suburban Knight,
Archie Shepp,
Half Japanese,
Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
The Monochrome Set,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.