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 Cyprus and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grey Daturas 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick May,
The Moody Blues,
The Cure,
Bill Wells,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tears for Fears,
The Dead C,
Pierre Henry,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül II,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacques Brel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smiths,
Lakeside,
Hoover,
Khruangbin,
Metal Thangz,
Roxette,
Fat Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Quando Quango,
Funky Four + One,
ABBA,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gladiators,
Piero Umiliani,
Infiniti,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cramps,
Jimmy McGriff,
Schoolly D,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Stooges,
Silicon Teens,
Q and Not U,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
FM Einheit,
Danielle Patucci,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Remains,
Stereo Dub,
Saccharine Trust,
This Heat,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Symarip,
Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rod Modell,
Camberwell Now,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.