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 Paraguay and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rod Modell to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Section 25,
Funkadelic,
The New Christs,
Glenn Branca,
One Last Wish,
Althea and Donna,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deadbeat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Lydon,
T.S.O.L.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Connie Case,
Ultravox,
Schoolly D,
the Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Germs,
Bad Manners,
Pierre Henry,
Anakelly,
cv313,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Juan Atkins,
The Offenders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Associates,
The Modern Lovers,
Gichy Dan,
Moss Icon,
DJ Style,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mark Hollis,
Blossom Toes,
Mandrill,
The Saints,
The Kinks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slave,
The Wake,
The Five Americans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kaleidoscope,
Michelle Simonal,
Blake Baxter,
X-Ray Spex,
Wally Richardson,
X-102,
The Monks,
Josef K,
The Mummies,
Nik Kershaw,
Japan,
Faraquet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joey Negro,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.