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 Tuvalu and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Isaac Hayes to the dance 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Qualms,
the Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Los Fastidios,
Sonny Sharrock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Offenders,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
Altered Images,
Agitation Free,
The Golliwogs,
Von Mondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minutemen,
Eddi Front,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Starr,
Cluster,
Lindisfarne,
Mandrill,
Black Sheep,
Pere Ubu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nils Olav,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maleditus Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Zero Boys,
Ice-T,
Vladislav Delay,
Nico,
Nas,
The Leaves,
Goldenarms,
Darondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry's Kids,
Scrapy,
Rufus Thomas,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
Bill Near,
Brass Construction,
Motorama,
The Grass Roots,
The Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T.S.O.L.,
Aswad,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joensuu 1685,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.