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 India and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Prince Buster to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Slackers,
Piero Umiliani,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Bananas,
Depeche Mode,
This Heat,
Fugazi,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MDC,
Ohio Players,
The Fall,
Monks,
Sugar Minott,
Public Enemy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aloha Tigers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pagans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spoonie Gee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül II,
Franke,
Roxette,
H. Thieme,
Davy DMX,
Essential Logic,
Bang On A Can,
Agent Orange,
Brick,
Isaac Hayes,
Stetsasonic,
Bush Tetras,
Boz Scaggs,
Roger Hodgson,
Moebius,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arcadia,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Osbourne,
Clear Light,
Flash Fearless,
Don Cherry,
Cheater Slicks,
Second Layer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Faust,
CMW,
Sex Pistols,
The Motions,
cv313,
Suicide,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Five Americans,
Unwound,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.