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 Bahamas and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Lyres to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Rakim,
The Doors,
Subhumans,
Rufus Thomas,
Albert Ayler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Urselle,
Popol Vuh,
Babytalk,
Saccharine Trust,
Hot Snakes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gong,
Monolake,
Rosa Yemen,
Silicon Teens,
Kurtis Blow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABBA,
Ornette Coleman,
Flipper,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pylon,
China Crisis,
Isaac Hayes,
Sex Pistols,
Drexciya,
Grey Daturas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker,
Scratch Acid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bad Manners,
Alice Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Reuben Wilson,
The Misunderstood,
Davy DMX,
Roxette,
Barclay James Harvest,
Patti Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
kango's stein massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Black Pus,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Icehouse,
New Age Steppers,
The Angels of Light,
Schoolly D,
Second Layer,
Robert Görl,
Mark Hollis,
The Blues Magoos,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.