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 Ukraine and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the disco 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Pet Shop Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wings,
Fela Kuti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
World's Most,
Hardrive,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monks,
Camouflage,
Mission of Burma,
Malaria!,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smoke,
X-101,
Pulsallama,
Rotary Connection,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Boz Scaggs,
Bad Manners,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fuzztones,
Stetsasonic,
Jandek,
Amon Düül,
Dark Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris & Cosey,
Minny Pops,
Brass Construction,
Skriet,
Drexciya,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Outsiders,
Negative Approach,
Rakim,
Ludus,
Depeche Mode,
Tres Demented,
Porter Ricks,
Juan Atkins,
The Martian,
Scion,
The Five Americans,
New Age Steppers,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Flag,
Jacob Miller,
PIL,
Bob Dylan,
Bronski Beat,
Arab on Radar,
Lakeside,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.