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 Sierra Leone and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Patti Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Gang Starr,
kango's stein massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fela Kuti,
Metal Thangz,
Wolf Eyes,
Skarface,
D'Angelo,
Marc Almond,
Parry Music,
Siglo XX,
Rekid,
John Cale,
Delta 5,
The Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lakeside,
The Stooges,
Surgeon,
Dawn Penn,
Massinfluence,
H. Thieme,
the Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aural Exciters,
Connie Case,
Crash Course in Science,
Eden Ahbez,
Minor Threat,
The Raincoats,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Pus,
Brick,
The Techniques,
The Zeros,
Blake Baxter,
World's Most,
Todd Rundgren,
UT,
Barrington Levy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kurtis Blow,
X-Ray Spex,
Bronski Beat,
T.S.O.L.,
Main Source,
The Real Kids,
Hashim,
Avey Tare,
Grey Daturas,
Frankie Knuckles,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Busters,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.