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 Palau and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Velvet Underground,
Connie Case,
Derrick May,
Accadde A,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Techniques,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monks,
Delta 5,
Alphaville,
The Walker Brothers,
Procol Harum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sällskapet,
Sam Rivers,
Jawbox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minutemen,
U.S. Maple,
Babytalk,
cv313,
Banda Bassotti,
Ken Boothe,
The New Christs,
Piero Umiliani,
The Saints,
Leonard Cohen,
Kenny Larkin,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monochrome Set,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yazoo,
The Evens,
Deakin,
Dawn Penn,
Heaven 17,
Neu!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shoche,
Roxette,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Offenders,
H. Thieme,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sugar Minott,
Animal Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Mills,
8 Eyed Spy,
Can,
The Cramps,
The Knickerbockers,
Arab on Radar,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
Wasted Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Motorama,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.