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 Hungary and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Shuggie Otis to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Junior Murvin,
Roxette,
The Stooges,
Gong,
Minnie Riperton,
Crash Course in Science,
The Last Poets,
Moss Icon,
Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
The Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick May,
Black Flag,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultra Naté,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slave,
Dark Day,
Barrington Levy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quando Quango,
The Gun Club,
Bauhaus,
K-Klass,
Young Marble Giants,
Lakeside,
David Bowie,
Aswad,
Alphaville,
The Beau Brummels,
Gerry Rafferty,
Babytalk,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Bananas,
Reagan Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Selecter,
Scrapy,
Funky Four + One,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Music Machine,
Soul II Soul,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Supertramp,
Kerri Chandler,
Swell Maps,
Alton Ellis,
The Dead C,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Piero Umiliani,
Pole,
Altered Images,
the Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mark Hollis,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.