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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Quadrant to the funk 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Ohio Players,
Lower 48,
The Knickerbockers,
Outsiders,
Television Personalities,
Alphaville,
Simply Red,
Fluxion,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Searchers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radio Birdman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
Half Japanese,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grauzone,
Aswad,
Toni Rubio,
Thee Headcoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Move,
Brand Nubian,
Metal Thangz,
Ludus,
Wally Richardson,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Schoolly D,
K-Klass,
Maurizio,
Popol Vuh,
the Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Brothers Johnson,
The Standells,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gories,
Isaac Hayes,
The Neon Judgement,
Smog,
Fat Boys,
Ice-T,
Swell Maps,
Zapp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quando Quango,
Swans,
Steve Hackett,
The Gladiators,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Lynne,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.