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 Spain and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 The Leaves to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Thee Headcoats,
T.S.O.L.,
Banda Bassotti,
Cybotron,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Lynne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Camberwell Now,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funkadelic,
Zero Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gories,
Royal Trux,
The Remains,
Rapeman,
Joy Division,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ken Boothe,
E-Dancer,
Reagan Youth,
The Gun Club,
The Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rotary Connection,
Barry Ungar,
Kevin Saunderson,
The J.B.'s,
Interpol,
Jacques Brel,
Wally Richardson,
Shoche,
Pulsallama,
Hasil Adkins,
David Bowie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Bar-Kays,
Iggy Pop,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
F. McDonald,
Niagra,
Gang Starr,
The New Christs,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
8 Eyed Spy,
MC5,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gladiators,
Black Flag,
Marine Girls,
UT,
The Mojo Men,
ABC,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.