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 Uganda and from Paris.
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 Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alphaville,
The Human League,
Talk Talk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crooked Eye,
Audionom,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Average White Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
AZ,
Roxy Music,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nas,
Boz Scaggs,
The Leaves,
The Dead C,
Joey Negro,
Todd Terry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scan 7,
Joy Division,
Warsaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Graham Central Station,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Bananas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Inner City,
Little Man,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Das Ding,
Pulsallama,
Tres Demented,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gap Band,
Scrapy,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash,
JFA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Piero Umiliani,
Eve St. Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Babytalk,
Absolute Body Control,
Gong,
Adolescents,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Sandy B,
Groovy Waters,
The Fall,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.