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 Manila.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 The Standells to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marine Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Scrapy,
Malaria!,
Mars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mark Hollis,
Rakim,
MC5,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grey Daturas,
Josef K,
Brick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick Morgan,
Sixth Finger,
H. Thieme,
Moebius,
The Happenings,
Derrick May,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tim Buckley,
Surgeon,
Flash Fearless,
Sound Behaviour,
Judy Mowatt,
ABBA,
The Saints,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Associates,
Make Up,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eli Mardock,
E-Dancer,
Marshall Jefferson,
Davy DMX,
Yusef Lateef,
KRS-One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gun Club,
Lyres,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dirtbombs,
Goldenarms,
Infiniti,
Swans,
The Evens,
Fear,
Maurizio,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.