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 Tajikistan and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Qualms to the dance 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Names,
The Zeros,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The American Breed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultra Naté,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mummies,
Monolake,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Accadde A,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Clarke,
Au Pairs,
Darondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Scan 7,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joyce Sims,
Ludus,
The Saints,
John Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Lydon,
The Monks,
Duran Duran,
EPMD,
The Blues Magoos,
Alison Limerick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Erykah Badu,
Roxy Music,
the Slits,
Surgeon,
DJ Sneak,
the Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare,
cv313,
David Axelrod,
Connie Case,
The Fuzztones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ten City,
Rites of Spring,
The United States of America,
Agitation Free,
Cymande,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.