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 Bhutan and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Ronan,
Darondo,
Cal Tjader,
Anthony Braxton,
Junior Murvin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joensuu 1685,
Outsiders,
The Golliwogs,
Au Pairs,
Harmonia,
Deakin,
The Red Krayola,
Rod Modell,
Quantec,
Sex Pistols,
The Young Rascals,
Yaz,
The Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Dolphy,
Byron Stingily,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Holt,
the Slits,
Y Pants,
Agent Orange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maurizio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cymande,
Davy DMX,
The Monochrome Set,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pulsallama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cowsills,
EPMD,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Womack,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mandrill,
Freddie Wadling,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ossler,
Underground Resistance,
Minor Threat,
Bob Dylan,
Lindisfarne,
Procol Harum,
Josef K,
Second Layer,
The Last Poets,
Aural Exciters,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.