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 Finland and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 kango's stein massive to the rock 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Subhumans,
Ultra Naté,
AZ,
Robert Hood,
Yaz,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers,
Amazonics,
The Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aswad,
The Barracudas,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Terry,
CMW,
OOIOO,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker,
Dead Boys,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maurizio,
Simply Red,
The Black Dice,
Prince Buster,
The Velvet Underground,
kango's stein massive,
Fear,
Cameo,
Fluxion,
Maleditus Sound,
PIL,
Loose Ends,
Stiv Bators,
Malaria!,
Urselle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Bananas,
The Dirtbombs,
Skaos,
48th St. Collective,
Blossom Toes,
Babytalk,
Minor Threat,
Sex Pistols,
Khruangbin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skriet,
The Offenders,
The Modern Lovers,
cv313,
Eddi Front,
Janne Schatter,
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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.