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 Korea North and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Bar-Kays to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Public Enemy,
The Gladiators,
Whodini,
The J.B.'s,
Supertramp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boredoms,
K-Klass,
The Music Machine,
Brand Nubian,
In Retrospect,
The Gories,
Sällskapet,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang On A Can,
The Zeros,
Rod Modell,
The Smoke,
DJ Style,
The Selecter,
kango's stein massive,
Skaos,
Animal Collective,
Byron Stingily,
Yusef Lateef,
Babytalk,
Malaria!,
Simply Red,
Wolf Eyes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Prince Buster,
Lakeside,
Nico,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
Magazine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Dolphy,
Average White Band,
Rapeman,
Schoolly D,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Görl,
Qualms,
Soft Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Newcleus,
Iggy Pop,
The Dirtbombs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bluetip,
James White and The Blacks,
Underground Resistance,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Christie,
Severed Heads,
Barry Ungar,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.