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 Solomon Islands and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 LL Cool J to the rock 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hardrive,
Hot Snakes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Copeland,
Oblivians,
Little Man,
Brand Nubian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Enemy,
Sandy B,
Absolute Body Control,
Cymande,
Motorama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Wyatt,
Carl Craig,
X-101,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Count Five,
Marine Girls,
Rapeman,
The Litter,
Junior Murvin,
Reagan Youth,
The Music Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delta 5,
Pussy Galore,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick May,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ken Boothe,
These Immortal Souls,
KRS-One,
Mark Hollis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eli Mardock,
The Star Department,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alison Limerick,
Underground Resistance,
T.S.O.L.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Max Romeo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Terry,
The Real Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barrington Levy,
The Moody Blues,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cramps,
Schoolly D,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Icehouse,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.