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 Angola and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Music Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Alice Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David McCallum,
Barrington Levy,
Flash Fearless,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
Gang of Four,
The Slackers,
Q and Not U,
Faust,
The Moleskins,
The Martian,
Porter Ricks,
Animal Collective,
MC5,
R.M.O.,
Nico,
Simply Red,
MDC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spandau Ballet,
The Associates,
Fad Gadget,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ponytail,
Peter & Gordon,
Faraquet,
Carl Craig,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Style,
Funky Four + One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Boredoms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harry Pussy,
LL Cool J,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Halsall,
The Music Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Black Bananas,
Robert Wyatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masters at Work,
Nirvana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gun Club,
Ohio Players,
48th St. Collective,
Slave,
Eve St. Jones,
Clear Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.