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 Montenegro and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 Yusef Lateef to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Hill,
Cameo,
Jacques Brel,
The Associates,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Almond,
ABC,
Ornette Coleman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Whodini,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Association,
The Motions,
Sight & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Nik Kershaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Christie,
Letta Mbulu,
Cymande,
The Evens,
Thee Headcoats,
Unwound,
Ohio Players,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Style,
The Leaves,
Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moss Icon,
Blossom Toes,
Bush Tetras,
D'Angelo,
Don Cherry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Metal Thangz,
Ice-T,
R.M.O.,
UT,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Womack,
X-Ray Spex,
Joy Division,
Mark Hollis,
The Fugs,
Second Layer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radio Birdman,
The Happenings,
Cheater Slicks,
Barrington Levy,
David Axelrod,
Girls At Our Best!,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.