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 Belize and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the dance 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Sugar Minott,
Intrusion,
Outsiders,
The Techniques,
Radiopuhelimet,
China Crisis,
X-101,
Sandy B,
kango's stein massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Ralphi Rosario,
CMW,
Heaven 17,
Siglo XX,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül II,
Fat Boys,
Davy DMX,
The Blues Magoos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blake Baxter,
Youth Brigade,
Aaron Thompson,
New Age Steppers,
Yusef Lateef,
Mission of Burma,
Reagan Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Shuggie Otis,
The Stooges,
Franke,
Hasil Adkins,
Terry Callier,
Mo-Dettes,
The Red Krayola,
The Sisters of Mercy,
UT,
Derrick May,
Panda Bear,
New Order,
Ronan,
Index,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Human League,
The Fugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Animal Collective,
Godley & Creme,
Aswad,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Rundgren,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.