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 Indonesia and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the punk 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Warsaw,
Rosa Yemen,
Joey Negro,
Don Cherry,
The Fortunes,
Cluster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erykah Badu,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers,
Unwound,
The Motions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thompson Twins,
Fad Gadget,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalann,
Cymande,
Joe Smooth,
Sandy B,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aswad,
Black Flag,
the Slits,
Funky Four + One,
The Residents,
Eric Dolphy,
The Music Machine,
Rakim,
The Human League,
Henry Cow,
Guru Guru,
Drive Like Jehu,
Freddie Wadling,
Slick Rick,
the Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Deakin,
Make Up,
Godley & Creme,
Chris Corsano,
KRS-One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
U.S. Maple,
Talk Talk,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stetsasonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Terry,
Faust,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.