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 St Lucia and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Royal Trux,
Funkadelic,
Todd Terry,
Yazoo,
Buzzcocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Howard Jones,
Ice-T,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harmonia,
Glenn Branca,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gichy Dan,
Outsiders,
Fad Gadget,
Funky Four + One,
The Knickerbockers,
Alison Limerick,
The Cowsills,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yaz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blake Baxter,
T.S.O.L.,
Smog,
Ossler,
Rakim,
The Saints,
Pantytec,
Kas Product,
Barrington Levy,
Index,
Andrew Hill,
Altered Images,
Mars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eden Ahbez,
Mad Mike,
Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lindisfarne,
Kurtis Blow,
The Techniques,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sex Pistols,
Quando Quango,
Ludus,
the Germs,
X-101,
The Grass Roots,
Dual Sessions,
The Happenings,
Quantec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lower 48,
Amazonics,
New Order,
The Vogues,
Judy Mowatt,
Cymande,
Soul II Soul,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.