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 Peru and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 John Holt to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
Alton Ellis,
Make Up,
EPMD,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Popol Vuh,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Von Mondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eden Ahbez,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slackers,
Harpers Bizarre,
T.S.O.L.,
Skriet,
The Golliwogs,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moleskins,
Marmalade,
Siglo XX,
Yusef Lateef,
Mr. Review,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bush Tetras,
Guru Guru,
Ponytail,
June Days,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
K-Klass,
Second Layer,
Ken Boothe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agitation Free,
David McCallum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deadbeat,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
The Techniques,
The Gun Club,
Interpol,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers,
The Gories,
The Buckinghams,
Swell Maps,
Roxette,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Index,
The Five Americans,
Harmonia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amazonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Arcadia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.