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 Chad and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mad Mike to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
10cc,
This Heat,
Joy Division,
Dark Day,
Youth Brigade,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Leonard Cohen,
The Residents,
Moby Grape,
48th St. Collective,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Absolute Body Control,
Aswad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mr. Review,
Qualms,
Scratch Acid,
Gong,
Joey Negro,
The Pop Group,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Christie,
The Red Krayola,
Interpol,
Sandy B,
Danielle Patucci,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brothers Johnson,
Eli Mardock,
Skarface,
Kaleidoscope,
Arthur Verocai,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Busters,
Scrapy,
Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Underground Resistance,
Roxy Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lucky Dragons,
cv313,
Ice-T,
Con Funk Shun,
Adolescents,
Hardrive,
Blake Baxter,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.