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 Ireland and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Robert Wyatt to the rock 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Popol Vuh,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
The Cramps,
Half Japanese,
Pet Shop Boys,
Altered Images,
Peter and Kerry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neu!,
Ituana,
H. Thieme,
Moss Icon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slick Rick,
Ten City,
cv313,
Andrew Hill,
Index,
Jeff Mills,
Morten Harket,
Ultravox,
Fela Kuti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Metal Thangz,
Skriet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
World's Most,
Khruangbin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pere Ubu,
Joyce Sims,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pop Group,
New Age Steppers,
The Names,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed,
The Residents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Quantec,
Idris Muhammad,
Trumans Water,
Kurtis Blow,
AZ,
a-ha,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The J.B.'s,
China Crisis,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.