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 Pakistan and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scratch Acid to the dance 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Busters,
The Gories,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris Corsano,
Outsiders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tres Demented,
The Pop Group,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smiths,
Flipper,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Toni Rubio,
Black Flag,
Metal Thangz,
Half Japanese,
The Vogues,
CMW,
Pylon,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Style,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Scrapy,
Bobby Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Dennis Brown,
Brass Construction,
MC5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eve St. Jones,
LL Cool J,
Intrusion,
The Litter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grey Daturas,
Laurel Aitken,
The Wake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Associates,
the Human League,
The Residents,
Shoche,
Visage,
Kenny Larkin,
Bad Manners,
Yellowson,
Negative Approach,
Jerry's Kids,
Youth Brigade,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Selecter,
Yusef Lateef,
Spandau Ballet,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.