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 Kiribati 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 China Crisis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Wells,
Jawbox,
Peter and Kerry,
The Young Rascals,
Janne Schatter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantaleimon,
Popol Vuh,
Cal Tjader,
Simply Red,
T. Rex,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Steve Hackett,
Spoonie Gee,
Wally Richardson,
Newcleus,
Khruangbin,
Skaos,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Livin' Joy,
Main Source,
Adolescents,
Scrapy,
Moss Icon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lower 48,
Sun City Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Erasure,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Green,
Liliput,
Technova,
David Axelrod,
The Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The J.B.'s,
Mantronix,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Harmonia,
Schoolly D,
Patti Smith,
Panda Bear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aaron Thompson,
Agent Orange,
FM Einheit,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.