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 Djibouti and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
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 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 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 Frankie Knuckles to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Funkadelic,
The Vogues,
AZ,
Skriet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABC,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Near,
Mr. Review,
Roxette,
Ponytail,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Piero Umiliani,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Janne Schatter,
Aswad,
Rufus Thomas,
Sixth Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Fluxion,
the Slits,
Scan 7,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wire,
Crash Course in Science,
Agent Orange,
Charles Mingus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zero Boys,
The American Breed,
Dawn Penn,
Organ,
Urselle,
Henry Cow,
The Names,
Qualms,
The Golliwogs,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Starr,
Flipper,
D'Angelo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Goldenarms,
Ohio Players,
R.M.O.,
The Pop Group,
Idris Muhammad,
Quantec,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Sherman,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Bourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Theoretical Girls,
Babytalk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camouflage,
China Crisis,
Bobby Byrd,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.