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 Kenya and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Fugazi to the dance 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wire,
Wolf Eyes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
F. McDonald,
Curtis Mayfield,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Womack,
The Mummies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warsaw,
The Toasters,
Jerry's Kids,
Das Ding,
Shoche,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Axelrod,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Eric Dolphy,
The Red Krayola,
Bush Tetras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick Morgan,
Rekid,
One Last Wish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Danielle Patucci,
the Bar-Kays,
Marine Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Howard Jones,
Guru Guru,
Sällskapet,
Mars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Section 25,
The Buckinghams,
Al Stewart,
The Young Rascals,
Eli Mardock,
Sight & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fatback Band,
KRS-One,
The Victims,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lower 48,
Scan 7,
Black Bananas,
Kas Product,
Interpol,
Marmalade,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.