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 Nauru and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Yellowson to the electroclash 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Eric B and Rakim,
Franke,
Scratch Acid,
Young Marble Giants,
Television,
The Toasters,
Mission of Burma,
Wally Richardson,
Pylon,
Bobby Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hashim,
KRS-One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tropical Tobacco,
Duran Duran,
Minny Pops,
Q and Not U,
R.M.O.,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Sherman,
The Human League,
the Association,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deakin,
Dennis Brown,
Clear Light,
The Happenings,
L. Decosne,
The Beau Brummels,
David McCallum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Absolute Body Control,
Brick,
X-Ray Spex,
The Saints,
Dawn Penn,
Slave,
Cal Tjader,
Ice-T,
Joyce Sims,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cramps,
Marc Almond,
Cheater Slicks,
Underground Resistance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MC5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spoonie Gee,
Pagans,
Vainqueur,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.