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 Serbia and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lower 48 to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Archie Shepp,
Michelle Simonal,
Marcia Griffiths,
K-Klass,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crooked Eye,
Unrelated Segments,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gories,
Rod Modell,
Buzzcocks,
Cymande,
Sight & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Bronski Beat,
Bauhaus,
Thompson Twins,
Qualms,
the Slits,
Deepchord,
T. Rex,
AZ,
Marine Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mad Mike,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lyres,
Sonic Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funkadelic,
The Knickerbockers,
Urselle,
The Sound,
Infiniti,
Terry Callier,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yellowson,
Oneida,
Malaria!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drexciya,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The American Breed,
R.M.O.,
The Monochrome Set,
Negative Approach,
Yaz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Wake,
The Tremeloes,
CMW,
Mark Hollis,
Eurythmics,
Kas Product,
Arcadia,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.