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 Cuba and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Procol Harum to the jazz 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The New Christs,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül,
The Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scion,
Nick Fraelich,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Standells,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Flag,
DJ Sneak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
U.S. Maple,
Malaria!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Foxx,
X-101,
Circle Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
The Saints,
Idris Muhammad,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Zeros,
Ludus,
Swell Maps,
The Leaves,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Steve Hackett,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Porter Ricks,
Sun City Girls,
In Retrospect,
Ohio Players,
Traffic Nightmare,
Darondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ituana,
Sex Pistols,
Nation of Ulysses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gories,
The Techniques,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
X-Ray Spex,
Motorama,
Roxette,
Stiv Bators,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.