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 Gabon and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fugazi to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Little Man,
Eddi Front,
The Skatalites,
Soul II Soul,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Don Cherry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Babytalk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
UT,
Colin Newman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Soft Cell,
Organ,
The Fire Engines,
EPMD,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gories,
Nas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doors,
Cal Tjader,
MC5,
The Smoke,
Marmalade,
Altered Images,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fad Gadget,
John Lydon,
Man Parrish,
Robert Hood,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fall,
DJ Sneak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fuzztones,
Sparks,
Lou Christie,
Mars,
Schoolly D,
The American Breed,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zero Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Newcleus,
The Trojans,
F. McDonald,
Young Marble Giants,
Whodini,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.