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 Nigeria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Pus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Graham Central Station,
Loose Ends,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mr. Review,
MC5,
Trumans Water,
Janne Schatter,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Enemy,
Oblivians,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tears for Fears,
the Normal,
The J.B.'s,
Funkadelic,
The Martian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Duran Duran,
R.M.O.,
Niagra,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Teasers,
Sällskapet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quadrant,
Severed Heads,
B.T. Express,
Alison Limerick,
Ohio Players,
L. Decosne,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris Corsano,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Byrd,
Procol Harum,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zapp,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Malaria!,
The Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lungfish,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.