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 Malaysia and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joey Negro to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
The Last Poets,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eli Mardock,
Crash Course in Science,
F. McDonald,
Von Mondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Knickerbockers,
Scan 7,
Robert Hood,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quantec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pulsallama,
Los Fastidios,
La Düsseldorf,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Symarip,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Green,
Crime,
Grey Daturas,
Erykah Badu,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Mills,
The Vogues,
Lalann,
Sugar Minott,
Silicon Teens,
Pere Ubu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glambeats Corp.,
In Retrospect,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young,
Maleditus Sound,
Fatback Band,
UT,
Amon Düül II,
Buzzcocks,
Tim Buckley,
Throbbing Gristle,
Traffic Nightmare,
Can,
Byron Stingily,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funky Four + One,
Lakeside,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faraquet,
Johnny Clarke,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Moon,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.