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 Jamaica and from London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Unwound to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Hasil Adkins,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Moon,
The Gories,
Aural Exciters,
A Certain Ratio,
Alton Ellis,
Crime,
Sound Behaviour,
The Durutti Column,
Idris Muhammad,
D'Angelo,
Marmalade,
Joe Smooth,
Deakin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faust,
Stockholm Monsters,
Letta Mbulu,
a-ha,
Skaos,
These Immortal Souls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Maleditus Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rekid,
Gang Starr,
The Misunderstood,
The Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Terry Callier,
Stiv Bators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Moby Grape,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxette,
Camberwell Now,
Deepchord,
Theoretical Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lungfish,
Grauzone,
Traffic Nightmare,
Max Romeo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dennis Brown,
Quadrant,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alphaville,
Severed Heads,
Reagan Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.