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 Russia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the dance 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stetsasonic,
Max Romeo,
Television,
Ken Boothe,
10cc,
Lee Hazlewood,
Masters at Work,
Lou Christie,
Moby Grape,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Eating Sloth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ice-T,
Absolute Body Control,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suicide,
Tears for Fears,
The Buckinghams,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Görl,
Infiniti,
Laurel Aitken,
Albert Ayler,
Circle Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Parrish,
The Remains,
Michelle Simonal,
Brothers Johnson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skriet,
David McCallum,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Dave Gahan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Move,
Stiv Bators,
Accadde A,
Livin' Joy,
Jawbox,
Model 500,
Chris Corsano,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Barracudas,
Wings,
Rakim,
The New Christs,
Howard Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swell Maps,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.