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 India and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Hoover 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Fugs,
Ludus,
Alphaville,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gladiators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sight & Sound,
B.T. Express,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Index,
The Five Americans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Deakin,
Kas Product,
Rufus Thomas,
Duran Duran,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Enemy,
Hardrive,
Brick,
Desert Stars,
Marmalade,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boz Scaggs,
Vladislav Delay,
The Busters,
Franke,
Quadrant,
Rotary Connection,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The United States of America,
Leonard Cohen,
Moebius,
Heaven 17,
Goldenarms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scientists,
Lou Christie,
Kenny Larkin,
The Misunderstood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agent Orange,
Rekid,
Negative Approach,
Gang of Four,
Harry Pussy,
New Order,
The Associates,
Liliput,
The Toasters,
KRS-One,
Wire,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.