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 Rwanda and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grime 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Pole,
Gang Starr,
Gang Green,
Donald Byrd,
The Happenings,
Lou Christie,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Litter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Pus,
D'Angelo,
Cecil Taylor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rotary Connection,
Fluxion,
Glenn Branca,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marine Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Don Cherry,
Brick,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
David Axelrod,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Hill,
Sandy B,
Royal Trux,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Teasers,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Fraelich,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gap Band,
John Lydon,
The Smoke,
The Busters,
Trumans Water,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zero Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Evens,
Pierre Henry,
Nils Olav,
The Velvet Underground,
Deepchord,
Godley & Creme,
Average White Band,
Tubeway Army,
Reagan Youth,
Excepter,
Dual Sessions,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.