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 Zambia and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Thee Headcoats to the disco 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
JFA,
Unwound,
The United States of America,
Delta 5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Don Cherry,
One Last Wish,
Mr. Review,
Make Up,
Grauzone,
OOIOO,
Icehouse,
Model 500,
Das Ding,
Joe Finger,
the Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
Blake Baxter,
Rufus Thomas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
Gerry Rafferty,
New York Dolls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
Kaleidoscope,
Neu!,
Fat Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
The Sound,
Gang Green,
Davy DMX,
The Gladiators,
Cheater Slicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
The Durutti Column,
Wally Richardson,
Donny Hathaway,
Stetsasonic,
Skriet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
LL Cool J,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric Copeland,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fugazi,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.