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 Cyprus and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Donald Fagen 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 Jacob Miller to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Smiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Skatalites,
Skaos,
Shuggie Otis,
The Stooges,
Metal Thangz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pet Shop Boys,
UT,
Swans,
Lindisfarne,
Cecil Taylor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Absolute Body Control,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun City Girls,
Erasure,
Cluster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
K-Klass,
The Seeds,
Brick,
Soft Machine,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Halsall,
Outsiders,
Audionom,
World's Most,
Yusef Lateef,
kango's stein massive,
The Gun Club,
The Birthday Party,
Mars,
Motorama,
The New Christs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Juan Atkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gap Band,
Black Moon,
Los Fastidios,
Surgeon,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Can,
Flash Fearless,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Motions,
the Human League,
Drexciya,
The Selecter,
KRS-One,
Johnny Clarke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gladiators,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.