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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 The Seeds to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Fat Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Subhumans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angry Samoans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yellowson,
DJ Style,
Alton Ellis,
Ultravox,
Michelle Simonal,
Marine Girls,
Radiohead,
Lightning Bolt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Easy Going,
The Zeros,
Suburban Knight,
Public Enemy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Five Americans,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aural Exciters,
David Axelrod,
Sandy B,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
Faraquet,
The Mummies,
Janne Schatter,
The Monks,
Faust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker,
Groovy Waters,
Althea and Donna,
David McCallum,
Duran Duran,
Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
Lower 48,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacob Miller,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.