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 Madagascar and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Gabor Szabo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Aaron Thompson,
Harry Pussy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
KRS-One,
Television Personalities,
Skriet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blackbyrds,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Associates,
The Mummies,
China Crisis,
Crime,
Aloha Tigers,
The Litter,
The Golliwogs,
Reuben Wilson,
Barbara Tucker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Adolescents,
Minutemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lyres,
Yusef Lateef,
ABC,
Bobby Sherman,
Marine Girls,
Gang Green,
Brand Nubian,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sonics,
Trumans Water,
Lindisfarne,
The Moody Blues,
Outsiders,
Q65,
Peter and Kerry,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry's Kids,
Lower 48,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Finger,
Don Cherry,
Spoonie Gee,
Piero Umiliani,
The United States of America,
The Slackers,
F. McDonald,
The Birthday Party,
Qualms,
Pylon,
Moebius,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Livin' Joy,
UT,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.