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 Switzerland and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hashim to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
MC5,
The Last Poets,
The J.B.'s,
Ludus,
Harry Pussy,
Donald Byrd,
Guru Guru,
June Days,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
Stereo Dub,
Moby Grape,
Ten City,
Funkadelic,
The Star Department,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kenny Larkin,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiohead,
Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Unwound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Names,
Todd Terry,
Scion,
E-Dancer,
The Mojo Men,
Danielle Patucci,
Newcleus,
Mission of Burma,
The Buckinghams,
Aural Exciters,
Swell Maps,
Unrelated Segments,
Mars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sam Rivers,
Inner City,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare,
Black Flag,
The Knickerbockers,
Parry Music,
Hoover,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Rundgren,
The Saints,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Toni Rubio,
Ice-T,
The Techniques,
FM Einheit,
Franke,
Rapeman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
Ponytail,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.