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 Equatorial Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Eric B and Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Lungfish,
Drexciya,
Second Layer,
Black Sheep,
Gang Starr,
Vainqueur,
The Zeros,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-101,
Sällskapet,
Sonic Youth,
Prince Buster,
Visage,
the Association,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Royal Trux,
Bluetip,
Soul II Soul,
Intrusion,
Jandek,
the Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Dawn Penn,
Frankie Knuckles,
Banda Bassotti,
Pylon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris Corsano,
Half Japanese,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MC5,
Bill Wells,
Radiohead,
Nirvana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Saccharine Trust,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mantronix,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Move,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funky Four + One,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Lynne,
Easy Going,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare,
Sight & Sound,
The Count Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Deepchord,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Teasers,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.