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 Hungary and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the funk 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Kayak,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
KRS-One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jawbox,
The Skatalites,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Althea and Donna,
Dawn Penn,
Brick,
T.S.O.L.,
Crime,
Carl Craig,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sound Behaviour,
Juan Atkins,
Anakelly,
Minnie Riperton,
Minny Pops,
Skarface,
Organ,
Livin' Joy,
Mantronix,
Dual Sessions,
Radio Birdman,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül,
Sandy B,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joy Division,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spandau Ballet,
The Young Rascals,
Joensuu 1685,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
K-Klass,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Busters,
Khruangbin,
Gang Green,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Womack,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Mills,
Blossom Toes,
Rotary Connection,
Soulsonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.