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 Burundi and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Jeru the Damaja to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
In Retrospect,
Guru Guru,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter & Gordon,
Kenny Larkin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Essential Logic,
Minnie Riperton,
Scion,
The Toasters,
The J.B.'s,
The American Breed,
The Selecter,
Lyres,
The Doobie Brothers,
Whodini,
Amon Düül,
AZ,
Jacob Miller,
Janne Schatter,
Dead Boys,
Adolescents,
Iggy Pop,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Grauzone,
The Dead C,
Wire,
Das Ding,
Minor Threat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Ituana,
Desert Stars,
The Kinks,
Little Man,
Sun Ra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxy Music,
Fluxion,
The Vogues,
Banda Bassotti,
The Music Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Be Bop Deluxe,
K-Klass,
The Modern Lovers,
Easy Going,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Accadde A,
H. Thieme,
MDC,
The Knickerbockers,
Nation of Ulysses,
T. Rex,
Symarip,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
F. McDonald,
Scratch Acid,
Dave Gahan,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.