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 Afghanistan and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Brand Nubian to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Circle Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Reuben Wilson,
Babytalk,
The Moody Blues,
The Happenings,
B.T. Express,
Oblivians,
Underground Resistance,
This Heat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Porter Ricks,
Television Personalities,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Fad Gadget,
Skaos,
Stereo Dub,
Lee Hazlewood,
Icehouse,
PIL,
The Remains,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wings,
Roger Hodgson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Henry Cow,
The Vogues,
Delta 5,
The Cowsills,
Gong,
Scott Walker,
The Martian,
Bluetip,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Clear Light,
Crash Course in Science,
Inner City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
Derrick May,
Heaven 17,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jandek,
Fear,
The United States of America,
Rufus Thomas,
Absolute Body Control,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Copeland,
A Certain Ratio,
The Five Americans,
The Wake,
Aural Exciters,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.