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 Canada and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 June Days to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Q and Not U,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Smog,
Bad Manners,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Clarke,
Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David McCallum,
Neu!,
The Buckinghams,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ponytail,
The Misunderstood,
Excepter,
L. Decosne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Hood,
Dark Day,
Monks,
Los Fastidios,
Idris Muhammad,
Carl Craig,
Siglo XX,
Tubeway Army,
The Birthday Party,
The Move,
The Litter,
Sugar Minott,
The Busters,
Todd Terry,
Circle Jerks,
The Evens,
UT,
The Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
Yellowson,
Oblivians,
The Mojo Men,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
48th St. Collective,
Black Flag,
Marc Almond,
The Gladiators,
Infiniti,
the Normal,
Lower 48,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Star Department,
Rakim,
Nas,
Q65,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.