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 Equatorial Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crispian St. Peters to the dance 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Bananas,
Tubeway Army,
ABBA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marine Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blake Baxter,
Nirvana,
Deadbeat,
Alton Ellis,
Ponytail,
The Black Dice,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slave,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bad Manners,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxy Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Move,
KRS-One,
Lee Hazlewood,
OOIOO,
Stereo Dub,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nico,
Cybotron,
Amazonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Mad Mike,
Negative Approach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The United States of America,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Rundgren,
Agent Orange,
Underground Resistance,
X-102,
Bob Dylan,
Aswad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.