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 Dominican Republic and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Kurtis Blow to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Busters,
Clear Light,
Amazonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
The J.B.'s,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shoche,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Machine,
Morten Harket,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marmalade,
Model 500,
Moby Grape,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heaven 17,
Aaron Thompson,
Nico,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Searchers,
Sixth Finger,
Yaz,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Main Source,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minnie Riperton,
Althea and Donna,
L. Decosne,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Clarke,
Dual Sessions,
The Fall,
Severed Heads,
Simply Red,
Nick Fraelich,
The Toasters,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Mills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
OOIOO,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Sonics,
John Lydon,
Dead Boys,
Japan,
The Knickerbockers,
the Bar-Kays,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun City Girls,
The Gories,
Stereo Dub,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cybotron,
KRS-One,
Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.