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 Netherlands and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 The Trojans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW 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?
Junior Murvin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cal Tjader,
OOIOO,
Soul II Soul,
This Heat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slick Rick,
Quadrant,
Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rites of Spring,
Section 25,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Remains,
Warsaw,
Brand Nubian,
Joensuu 1685,
New Order,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Charles Mingus,
Jawbox,
Gang Green,
KRS-One,
Cymande,
Sun Ra,
Fad Gadget,
The American Breed,
F. McDonald,
World's Most,
Slave,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mars,
Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
Joy Division,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Iggy Pop,
James White and The Blacks,
Delta 5,
The Selecter,
Pussy Galore,
Moss Icon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flash Fearless,
T.S.O.L.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soulsonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
The Sonics,
MC5,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.