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 Bolivia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Monks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
MDC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quadrant,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hashim,
Metal Thangz,
Michelle Simonal,
The Knickerbockers,
Pylon,
The Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Normal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
The Human League,
Sonic Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slick Rick,
Flash Fearless,
The Sonics,
Mr. Review,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Finger,
Harry Pussy,
Slave,
Rufus Thomas,
Young Marble Giants,
Animal Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Aswad,
Isaac Hayes,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Frankie Knuckles,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glenn Branca,
Nico,
This Heat,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
H. Thieme,
Shoche,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Near,
Derrick May,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cal Tjader,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.