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 Rwanda and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Deakin to the grime 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Modern Lovers,
Schoolly D,
The Monks,
Derrick May,
Nils Olav,
Jacob Miller,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unwound,
The Golliwogs,
La Düsseldorf,
OOIOO,
The Remains,
Hardrive,
Livin' Joy,
Quando Quango,
The Move,
Brand Nubian,
Isaac Hayes,
Sarah Menescal,
The Leaves,
Crispian St. Peters,
Darondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brass Construction,
Judy Mowatt,
Panda Bear,
Popol Vuh,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agitation Free,
LL Cool J,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Subhumans,
DJ Sneak,
The Fugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Howard Jones,
Soul II Soul,
James White and The Blacks,
Mr. Review,
Suicide,
Television Personalities,
Grauzone,
Mandrill,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Finger,
Henry Cow,
Blancmange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
These Immortal Souls,
Crash Course in Science,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter and Kerry,
Franke,
Lyres,
Accadde A,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sonics,
Visage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.