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 Burkina and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Michael McDonald 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 Names to the grunge 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ituana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Schoolly D,
Technova,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
K-Klass,
cv313,
Minutemen,
Boz Scaggs,
Marvin Gaye,
Excepter,
La Düsseldorf,
Pagans,
Jeff Mills,
The Gladiators,
Loose Ends,
The Remains,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Royal Trux,
Youth Brigade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fluxion,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Parry Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scion,
Anakelly,
The Buckinghams,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lower 48,
Andrew Hill,
Sparks,
The Toasters,
Los Fastidios,
The Slackers,
The Monochrome Set,
Average White Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Golliwogs,
E-Dancer,
Lyres,
Prince Buster,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare,
Tubeway Army,
Josef K,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fall,
Guru Guru,
Accadde A,
Gang Green,
Lou Christie,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.