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 Palau and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Steve Hackett to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Henry Cow,
The Gladiators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Khruangbin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Surgeon,
Von Mondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Young Rascals,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sam Rivers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cowsills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scion,
Organ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mad Mike,
The Happenings,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Style,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Visage,
Joy Division,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fear,
The Misunderstood,
Drexciya,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gories,
The Birthday Party,
The Sonics,
Nils Olav,
The Smiths,
Oblivians,
The Tremeloes,
The Doors,
Aaron Thompson,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Divine Comedy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blues Magoos,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Sonics,
The Zeros,
CMW,
Alison Limerick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hashim,
Subhumans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.