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 Lithuania and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
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 sitar 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 The Sonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Chris Corsano,
Tres Demented,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Clear Light,
Mars,
Rosa Yemen,
Iggy Pop,
Ash Ra Tempel,
In Retrospect,
Roxy Music,
Pierre Henry,
Absolute Body Control,
Audionom,
EPMD,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Section 25,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skarface,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-102,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
CMW,
Qualms,
Tears for Fears,
The Offenders,
Hot Snakes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aswad,
Amon Düül II,
Black Flag,
UT,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang On A Can,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rekid,
Q65,
Suicide,
The Sound,
The Slackers,
Brick,
A Certain Ratio,
Vainqueur,
U.S. Maple,
Desert Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Sugar Minott,
The Names,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Depeche Mode,
The Martian,
Gang Starr,
The Cramps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy Collins,
Terry Callier,
Suburban Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Make Up,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.