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 Montenegro and from New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
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 sitar 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 Smoke to the punk 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Tom Boy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soulsonic Force,
Hashim,
Subhumans,
Brass Construction,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bluetip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amazonics,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Trojans,
Funky Four + One,
Eve St. Jones,
The Wake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mars,
Public Image Ltd.,
OOIOO,
Harry Pussy,
Visage,
The Selecter,
Whodini,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warsaw,
The Velvet Underground,
Erykah Badu,
KRS-One,
The Pop Group,
Accadde A,
Mr. Review,
Unwound,
Faraquet,
Public Enemy,
Johnny Clarke,
Simply Red,
The Blues Magoos,
Infiniti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arcadia,
Thee Headcoats,
Nico,
Rites of Spring,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fatback Band,
Bill Near,
Jacob Miller,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lucky Dragons,
Royal Trux,
Joey Negro,
Pylon,
Mission of Burma,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.