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 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sandy B to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Sandy B,
Von Mondo,
The Happenings,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gap Band,
Arab on Radar,
The Birthday Party,
Brick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rakim,
Roxette,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young,
Bob Dylan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Sneak,
Pantaleimon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dark Day,
Brass Construction,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Smooth,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare,
Magma,
Rhythm & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sound,
Pagans,
Barrington Levy,
Country Teasers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funky Four + One,
The Stooges,
Don Cherry,
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Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fela Kuti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mr. Review,
Swell Maps,
The Black Dice,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fall,
The Young Rascals,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Urselle,
Arcadia,
Das Ding,
Ralphi Rosario,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
Slave,
The Modern Lovers,
Bush Tetras,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.