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 Laos and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Groovy Waters,
Shoche,
Girls At Our Best!,
Basic Channel,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alice Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
The Associates,
The Mummies,
The Black Dice,
Warsaw,
Radiohead,
Agent Orange,
New York Dolls,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alton Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Althea and Donna,
Cecil Taylor,
F. McDonald,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxette,
Eden Ahbez,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mad Mike,
Neu!,
Porter Ricks,
Eurythmics,
Brick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Mars,
PIL,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker,
Tom Boy,
Anakelly,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Copeland,
Pylon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pere Ubu,
Rufus Thomas,
John Lydon,
Gang Starr,
Icehouse,
Circle Jerks,
Infiniti,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Knickerbockers,
Ponytail,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.