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 Chile and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Brothers Johnson to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Lungfish,
Eric Dolphy,
Barry Ungar,
kango's stein massive,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Byrd,
The Vogues,
Groovy Waters,
David Bowie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick Morgan,
Scrapy,
MC5,
Lyres,
Sister Nancy,
Black Flag,
Q65,
Y Pants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quando Quango,
Country Teasers,
Letta Mbulu,
Bad Manners,
Television,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter and Kerry,
Warsaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
John Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Gichy Dan,
Rod Modell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glenn Branca,
Sällskapet,
Faraquet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nik Kershaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stereo Dub,
The Pretty Things,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tres Demented,
Motorama,
Siglo XX,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Josef K,
Tropical Tobacco,
Procol Harum,
Delta 5,
Mission of Burma,
a-ha,
R.M.O.,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.