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 Kyrgyzstan and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Lucky Dragons to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Bananas,
LL Cool J,
The New Christs,
Ituana,
Nils Olav,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slave,
The Motions,
Tommy Roe,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tubeway Army,
Rotary Connection,
Iggy Pop,
the Slits,
Swans,
Eddi Front,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronan,
The Music Machine,
Lyres,
Organ,
Mantronix,
Althea and Donna,
Brass Construction,
Kerri Chandler,
Eden Ahbez,
Boredoms,
Theoretical Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry's Kids,
The Barracudas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
L. Decosne,
Swell Maps,
Average White Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joey Negro,
The Associates,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Walker Brothers,
Q and Not U,
A Certain Ratio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Niagra,
the Germs,
The Gladiators,
Agent Orange,
New Order,
Reagan Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Stooges,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sam Rivers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Techniques,
Reuben Wilson,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.