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 Bolivia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Flag to the dance 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hashim,
Pulsallama,
Barrington Levy,
Rakim,
Easy Going,
Arcadia,
Whodini,
Robert Wyatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moebius,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delta 5,
Grey Daturas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anakelly,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Junior Murvin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television Personalities,
Q65,
Nas,
Deakin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sparks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barbara Tucker,
Das Ding,
Ornette Coleman,
The Kinks,
Severed Heads,
Mars,
Quando Quango,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sister Nancy,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Mills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rufus Thomas,
Albert Ayler,
Angry Samoans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yellowson,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alice Coltrane,
Deepchord,
Nils Olav,
Gichy Dan,
Arab on Radar,
Popol Vuh,
Reagan Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sonics,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.