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 Armenia and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 J.B.'s to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Raincoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Bananas,
Sex Pistols,
The Associates,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Porter Ricks,
Accadde A,
AZ,
Donald Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Severed Heads,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eddi Front,
The Saints,
In Retrospect,
The Last Poets,
The Slackers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Japan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris Corsano,
The Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bush Tetras,
EPMD,
R.M.O.,
Gong,
Maurizio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camouflage,
Eric Copeland,
The Vogues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Henry Cow,
The Evens,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Style,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Starr,
Little Man,
Guru Guru,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eden Ahbez,
Dennis Brown,
T. Rex,
The Kinks,
cv313,
Dead Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Görl,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.