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 Kosovo and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donald Byrd to the grunge 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Metal Thangz,
Dave Gahan,
The Monochrome Set,
ABBA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Birthday Party,
Au Pairs,
Jerry's Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zapp,
Parry Music,
Ornette Coleman,
Aaron Thompson,
The Golliwogs,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Fraelich,
Byron Stingily,
Godley & Creme,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Almond,
Visage,
Iggy Pop,
Subhumans,
DNA,
The Invisible,
Bobby Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Isaac Hayes,
Smog,
Agent Orange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-102,
Idris Muhammad,
Angry Samoans,
Charles Mingus,
Mr. Review,
Joey Negro,
kango's stein massive,
Lower 48,
Johnny Clarke,
One Last Wish,
The Busters,
Shoche,
Mission of Burma,
Accadde A,
The Doors,
Kayak,
X-Ray Spex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
OOIOO,
Pole,
The Toasters,
The Techniques,
The American Breed,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.