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 China and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Doobie Brothers to the crunk 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Newcleus,
Eddi Front,
David McCallum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lindisfarne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terry Callier,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marmalade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
Slave,
The Stooges,
The Real Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang of Four,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smoke,
Skarface,
Pussy Galore,
Ponytail,
D'Angelo,
Deadbeat,
The Gories,
David Bowie,
Erykah Badu,
Black Sheep,
Niagra,
Marine Girls,
One Last Wish,
Slick Rick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Goldenarms,
The Monochrome Set,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Dolphy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Associates,
Brand Nubian,
Symarip,
Wire,
Smog,
Anakelly,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Toasters,
Kas Product,
Scan 7,
CMW,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Don Cherry,
Average White Band,
Warsaw,
Iggy Pop,
Cymande,
Hoover,
Model 500,
Television,
Black Pus,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.