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 Kuwait and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stiv Bators,
Charles Mingus,
Juan Atkins,
Saccharine Trust,
Arab on Radar,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unwound,
Spoonie Gee,
The Zeros,
Laurel Aitken,
Nils Olav,
The Searchers,
Archie Shepp,
Iggy Pop,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kas Product,
The Count Five,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yusef Lateef,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
48th St. Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Jawbox,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delon & Dalcan,
Max Romeo,
Aloha Tigers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Red Krayola,
Urselle,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gories,
Colin Newman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
These Immortal Souls,
Barry Ungar,
New Order,
Byron Stingily,
The Walker Brothers,
Neu!,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dead C,
The Moleskins,
Skriet,
Harry Pussy,
Eli Mardock,
Section 25,
Joyce Sims,
Rites of Spring,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.