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 Mali and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Blossom Toes to the disco 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Don Cherry,
Accadde A,
Boz Scaggs,
The Misunderstood,
Tommy Roe,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aural Exciters,
Simply Red,
The Offenders,
The Doors,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hashim,
Pulsallama,
Suburban Knight,
OOIOO,
June of 44,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barry Ungar,
FM Einheit,
Nik Kershaw,
Cybotron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arab on Radar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Icehouse,
Blossom Toes,
Sam Rivers,
K-Klass,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers,
New Order,
Ronan,
Malaria!,
Ohio Players,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Stooges,
John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Royal Trux,
One Last Wish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxette,
The Black Dice,
The Monochrome Set,
The Neon Judgement,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hoover,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.