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 Paraguay and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Andrew Hill to the rock 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Babytalk,
Henry Cow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marvin Gaye,
Essential Logic,
Young Marble Giants,
Pussy Galore,
Fear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suicide,
Letta Mbulu,
Los Fastidios,
Barry Ungar,
Vainqueur,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Mo-Dettes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Franke,
Hasil Adkins,
Fad Gadget,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dirtbombs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
This Heat,
Quadrant,
Marine Girls,
Pole,
Fluxion,
The Evens,
Pagans,
Rod Modell,
Sparks,
R.M.O.,
Oblivians,
Shuggie Otis,
Drexciya,
Erykah Badu,
Hardrive,
Prince Buster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mad Mike,
Traffic Nightmare,
In Retrospect,
Boredoms,
Idris Muhammad,
Warren Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Zeros,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.