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 Albania and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 The Five Americans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Gang Dance,
K-Klass,
Magma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Görl,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Rundgren,
Saccharine Trust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doors,
Can,
Andrew Hill,
Silicon Teens,
Swell Maps,
The Last Poets,
Los Fastidios,
Dawn Penn,
Banda Bassotti,
Howard Jones,
Rod Modell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young,
Henry Cow,
The Angels of Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
Prince Buster,
Shoche,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Terry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
Tubeway Army,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Starr,
The Pretty Things,
EPMD,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tommy Roe,
F. McDonald,
Janne Schatter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tres Demented,
Bill Wells,
Sound Behaviour,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Sherman,
The Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Crime,
The Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Style,
X-101,
John Lydon,
Second Layer,
The Fugs,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.