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 Liberia and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Brass Construction to the disco 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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Fraelich,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cramps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Sherman,
Delta 5,
Gang Green,
Aural Exciters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slits,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül II,
Barrington Levy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Niagra,
Angry Samoans,
Fluxion,
DNA,
The Monks,
Carl Craig,
Los Fastidios,
The Mummies,
Stereo Dub,
The Star Department,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed,
The Litter,
The Knickerbockers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blancmange,
Minutemen,
Desert Stars,
Audionom,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hasil Adkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-101,
Excepter,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doors,
The Sound,
The Music Machine,
Tears for Fears,
The Cowsills,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.