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 India and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Adolescents to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Residents,
DJ Style,
Mandrill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Subhumans,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Theoretical Girls,
Scientists,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Josef K,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gladiators,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Wake,
Henry Cow,
Niagra,
Hasil Adkins,
the Slits,
The Fugs,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
The Dead C,
Minor Threat,
The Cure,
The Gap Band,
The Selecter,
Clear Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Misunderstood,
New York Dolls,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Stooges,
Nick Fraelich,
Rosa Yemen,
Darondo,
Faust,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tim Buckley,
Lower 48,
Fela Kuti,
The Happenings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Human League,
Lou Reed,
Procol Harum,
Angry Samoans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Evens,
The Fire Engines,
EPMD,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.