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 the UAE 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rap 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Monolake,
Ohio Players,
Brand Nubian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Model 500,
Sister Nancy,
In Retrospect,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Judy Mowatt,
Parry Music,
KRS-One,
Faraquet,
Radio Birdman,
The Dirtbombs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Al Stewart,
Iggy Pop,
The Toasters,
Bill Wells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
U.S. Maple,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Slits,
Yazoo,
The Music Machine,
Connie Case,
Franke,
The Beau Brummels,
Dark Day,
The Associates,
Intrusion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Panda Bear,
Barrington Levy,
Wire,
UT,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Hill,
X-101,
Khruangbin,
Oneida,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cure,
David McCallum,
Liliput,
Maleditus Sound,
Warsaw,
Hoover,
Niagra,
The Blues Magoos,
Das Ding,
Henry Cow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Malaria!,
Rakim,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.