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 Micronesia and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Anakelly to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Skarface,
Rites of Spring,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minutemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Move,
Camouflage,
Alton Ellis,
Zapp,
Thee Headcoats,
Talk Talk,
Essential Logic,
Yellowson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Second Layer,
Erasure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The J.B.'s,
Clear Light,
The Velvet Underground,
Subhumans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
The Cramps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
Accadde A,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funky Four + One,
Patti Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
FM Einheit,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faust,
Althea and Donna,
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker,
Blancmange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blossom Toes,
Smog,
Soul II Soul,
Danielle Patucci,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minor Threat,
Marine Girls,
Scientists,
Joey Negro,
Urselle,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.