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 Ivory Coast and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
R.M.O.,
Das Ding,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blues Magoos,
New Age Steppers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
These Immortal Souls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hoover,
Q and Not U,
Con Funk Shun,
Brand Nubian,
Davy DMX,
Suburban Knight,
Anakelly,
Nils Olav,
Metal Thangz,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Music Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
Jeff Mills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The J.B.'s,
Dark Day,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scrapy,
The Knickerbockers,
Joensuu 1685,
Erykah Badu,
Ludus,
Althea and Donna,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mo-Dettes,
Tears for Fears,
Lungfish,
Los Fastidios,
Lindisfarne,
Oblivians,
JFA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alton Ellis,
Wings,
The Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blackbyrds,
The Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
DNA,
The Evens,
The Mojo Men,
The Techniques,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Carl Craig,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.