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 Cambodia 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Standells to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grey Daturas,
Excepter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sex Pistols,
Marvin Gaye,
Gabor Szabo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gun Club,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Music Machine,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fall,
Rosa Yemen,
the Bar-Kays,
the Sonics,
Deepchord,
Altered Images,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Adolescents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Copeland,
Babytalk,
Juan Atkins,
Cal Tjader,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Subhumans,
Wire,
The Cramps,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eli Mardock,
Arthur Verocai,
John Lydon,
Marine Girls,
The Count Five,
The Last Poets,
Tom Boy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Smooth,
the Normal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hoover,
Sight & Sound,
Duran Duran,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Michelle Simonal,
Visage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Interpol,
The Trojans,
Anakelly,
These Immortal Souls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.