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 Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Stereo Dub to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Lynne,
This Heat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Junior Murvin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
Lakeside,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sixth Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Star Department,
The Gap Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sam Rivers,
Japan,
The Remains,
F. McDonald,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Stetsasonic,
Section 25,
Ice-T,
Soft Machine,
Radiohead,
the Bar-Kays,
Mission of Burma,
The Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Crime,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Almond,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
the Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
Crooked Eye,
Tubeway Army,
Q65,
ABC,
The Dead C,
Chris Corsano,
Panda Bear,
The Misunderstood,
Monolake,
The Mummies,
Roger Hodgson,
Fat Boys,
The Gories,
Gichy Dan,
Trumans Water,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.