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 Lebanon and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hashim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Ultra Naté,
The Birthday Party,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
FM Einheit,
Sex Pistols,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unrelated Segments,
Half Japanese,
Ponytail,
Negative Approach,
Leonard Cohen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Human League,
Lalann,
Charles Mingus,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Christie,
Popol Vuh,
the Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Traffic Nightmare,
UT,
Magazine,
Howard Jones,
Nils Olav,
Moby Grape,
Pharoah Sanders,
Goldenarms,
The Seeds,
June of 44,
K-Klass,
Banda Bassotti,
Erykah Badu,
Brick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funkadelic,
Cecil Taylor,
the Bar-Kays,
China Crisis,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Pantytec,
Crime,
Y Pants,
Fear,
Alphaville,
Terry Callier,
Franke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
The Move,
Crooked Eye,
Livin' Joy,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.