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 Thailand and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Gang of Four to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minor Threat,
Dark Day,
Man Parrish,
Surgeon,
The Red Krayola,
Infiniti,
Groovy Waters,
The Saints,
The Detroit Cobras,
Depeche Mode,
Deadbeat,
Loose Ends,
DNA,
Michelle Simonal,
the Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Main Source,
Liliput,
The Young Rascals,
Minutemen,
Harmonia,
Boredoms,
Hardrive,
Derrick Morgan,
Monolake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Darondo,
Lindisfarne,
Harry Pussy,
Q65,
Dead Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Dual Sessions,
Blake Baxter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wasted Youth,
Ice-T,
Nick Fraelich,
Mo-Dettes,
The Offenders,
Carl Craig,
Nation of Ulysses,
Charles Mingus,
MC5,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
Au Pairs,
Thompson Twins,
Althea and Donna,
Second Layer,
Slave,
New Order,
Television,
Minny Pops,
Alice Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moby Grape,
Rakim,
Hoover,
The Residents,
The Fortunes,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.