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 Sudan 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Barry Ungar 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kurtis Blow,
Magma,
Wasted Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Blancmange,
Charles Mingus,
X-101,
The Doors,
Swell Maps,
the Bar-Kays,
Urselle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Carl Craig,
Rapeman,
Ituana,
Fat Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Sugar Minott,
Mo-Dettes,
New Age Steppers,
Jacques Brel,
Minutemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
ABBA,
The New Christs,
Panda Bear,
This Heat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Idris Muhammad,
Rekid,
Blossom Toes,
Clear Light,
Lungfish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
a-ha,
Stereo Dub,
Lebanon Hanover,
Average White Band,
Deakin,
Half Japanese,
Darondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Birthday Party,
The Trojans,
Alison Limerick,
U.S. Maple,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fortunes,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick May,
Cecil Taylor,
Mandrill,
The Evens,
Andrew Hill,
John Lydon,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.