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 Kyrgyzstan and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Doors to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Rod Modell,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacob Miller,
Marvin Gaye,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Barracudas,
Black Flag,
Junior Murvin,
The Gladiators,
Scientists,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mad Mike,
Mantronix,
Groovy Waters,
Inner City,
The Remains,
Archie Shepp,
Don Cherry,
Stetsasonic,
The Walker Brothers,
LL Cool J,
CMW,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Altered Images,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash,
Letta Mbulu,
One Last Wish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Gang Dance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
10cc,
Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul II Soul,
Ice-T,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Underground Resistance,
James White and The Blacks,
the Germs,
Bobby Sherman,
Howard Jones,
David Bowie,
Procol Harum,
Eli Mardock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Audionom,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Bourne,
the Human League,
John Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fuzztones,
Cymande,
Skriet,
The Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
Zapp,
Tropical Tobacco,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.