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 Laos and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Starr,
Outsiders,
Al Stewart,
Brand Nubian,
The Offenders,
Tubeway Army,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Skatalites,
Alison Limerick,
Lakeside,
Jandek,
Camouflage,
The Velvet Underground,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dirtbombs,
The United States of America,
Nico,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ornette Coleman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Juan Atkins,
The Gap Band,
Brothers Johnson,
The Invisible,
Mission of Burma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minor Threat,
Delta 5,
Carl Craig,
The Buckinghams,
Country Teasers,
the Slits,
The Vogues,
Newcleus,
Peter and Kerry,
Intrusion,
Rotary Connection,
Harmonia,
The Trojans,
Audionom,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
EPMD,
Matthew Halsall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dead C,
Parry Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Near,
The Neon Judgement,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Joyce Sims,
Skarface,
Jerry's Kids,
Brick,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.