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 Azerbaijan and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Toasters,
Average White Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blake Baxter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glenn Branca,
Section 25,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Grass Roots,
Brand Nubian,
Lungfish,
John Lydon,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Near,
the Germs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick Morgan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James White and The Blacks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radio Birdman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Divine Comedy,
Metal Thangz,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scientists,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Intrusion,
Camouflage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Make Up,
Ken Boothe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Tremeloes,
Eve St. Jones,
Ice-T,
Erykah Badu,
the Swans,
Steve Hackett,
The New Christs,
The Star Department,
The Blues Magoos,
Fugazi,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ohio Players,
Harry Pussy,
Fat Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
The Angels of Light,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Model 500,
Fear,
Brass Construction,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.