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 Costa Rica and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cramps to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Gap Band,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MC5,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Halsall,
Dawn Penn,
The Five Americans,
Sällskapet,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Starr,
Easy Going,
H. Thieme,
Spandau Ballet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul II Soul,
Adolescents,
Section 25,
PIL,
Sonic Youth,
Monks,
Lindisfarne,
In Retrospect,
The Toasters,
Swell Maps,
The Evens,
Ken Boothe,
The Divine Comedy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Barracudas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rites of Spring,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mummies,
Ultra Naté,
The Black Dice,
Kas Product,
Scrapy,
Y Pants,
John Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Khruangbin,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Cell,
Quantec,
Kerri Chandler,
Cameo,
The Dead C,
Oblivians,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suicide,
Derrick May,
Fad Gadget,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kayak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Clarke,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.