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 San Marino and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Pussy Galore to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Scrapy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Angels of Light,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chrome,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Das Ding,
Radio Birdman,
Mandrill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Christie,
Model 500,
The Buckinghams,
Kenny Larkin,
Cameo,
Alison Limerick,
T.S.O.L.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roger Hodgson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Golliwogs,
Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mark Hollis,
Graham Central Station,
Dead Boys,
Smog,
Circle Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Don Cherry,
Deakin,
Quantec,
Nico,
The Neon Judgement,
Zero Boys,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
The Move,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Victims,
James White and The Blacks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Carl Craig,
the Normal,
Alton Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantaleimon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.