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 Cuba and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DJ Style to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masters at Work,
Tears for Fears,
Pulsallama,
Procol Harum,
In Retrospect,
Q65,
D'Angelo,
Maleditus Sound,
Hashim,
Television,
Brick,
Second Layer,
The Associates,
Hasil Adkins,
The Zeros,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bob Dylan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slick Rick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rakim,
Hoover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Technova,
The Techniques,
Little Man,
Don Cherry,
Eurythmics,
The Victims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Clear Light,
Subhumans,
Nas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blake Baxter,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slits,
Eric Copeland,
The Knickerbockers,
Darondo,
Mad Mike,
Marmalade,
June Days,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Zero Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aaron Thompson,
The Leaves,
The Divine Comedy,
Mantronix,
The Happenings,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.