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 Georgia and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
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 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the disco 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
cv313,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris & Cosey,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
Aural Exciters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sex Pistols,
Sonic Youth,
Malaria!,
The Red Krayola,
The Invisible,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter and Kerry,
Newcleus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Donny Hathaway,
The American Breed,
David Axelrod,
Crime,
Ice-T,
Wire,
the Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doors,
the Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cymande,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James White and The Blacks,
Urselle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Lydon,
Deadbeat,
Ponytail,
MC5,
Can,
Cameo,
Heaven 17,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy Collins,
Siglo XX,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Kinks,
Sound Behaviour,
Spoonie Gee,
Brand Nubian,
The Trojans,
Royal Trux,
Magazine,
Scion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sound,
Jacob Miller,
The Tremeloes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.